Big Red Doors of 8 Old Fulton Streeet


Across the street from the Brooklyn Battery Park. This is a selective B&W photo. I only allowed the red to come through.

The Story

We are smitten with long-ago. We habitually reminisce about what came before. Warmhearted memories shared with familia y amigos – over tapas, vino y cerveza.

But why? What is this fixation that we place so much value in?

Is it because the past is a known experience? A familiar outcome? Of a narrative that has been shared manifold?


But as any good tale goes. Its retelling is now dissimilar from the original. A cry becomes a laugh. Summer becomes spring. Who was there becomes everyone was. And so on.

The perspective is less challenged. And the fairy-tale is simply enjoyed. It’s an odd thing — what came before. The stories themselves take on a contemporary importance. A custom account for those that are taking note.

Technical Crap

  • Camera: NIKON D5000
  • Focal Length: 18mm
  • Exposure: Exposure: 1/180 sec at f/3.5
  • ISO/Film: 100
  • Lens: Nikkor 18 – 55mm
  • Software: Lightroom 4.2
  • Tripod: Hand Held

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