Death is nothing to us. When we exist, death is not; and when death exists, we are not. All sensation and consciousness ends with death and therefore in death there is neither pleasure nor pain. The fear of death arises from the belief that in death, there is awareness.
New York City - 1 WTC at Sunset
There are some nights so magical and special, so all-encompassing in their scope that it feels impossible to relay their magnitude.
Last night was one of them.
This is one of the photos I took last night as I watched one of the most stunning sunsets paint itself across the sky from a terrace on the top of 4 World Trade Center.
I was up there to take night photos of 1 World Trade Center and hadn’t even seen the sky until I made it up to the 57th floor unfinished terrace. For a few seconds, it scarcely seemed real, as if the giant hand of an artist had crafted a colorful composite to serve as a background for the majestic 1 World Trade Center.
When I was asked to take photos to accompany an upcoming article about the World Trade Center for the Guardian, I was honored and also a bit curious about how I would feel photographing such an iconic symbol of strength built upon the hallowed, sacred ground of loss, and despair.
I have written about September 11th a few times on this blog usually accompanying photo-sets that remain a bit too emotional for me to view to this day: 1) The opening of the 9/11 Memorial, 2) In remembrance - The World Trade Center Memorial , 3)Tie a Ribbon of Remembrance - Public Art and the World Trade Center. Since 2001, the site has largely remained a solemn place of reflection for me and many New Yorkers.
Visiting the site initially a few weeks ago was a cathartic experience in retrospect. What once felt like a deep abyss of despair has been partially transformed into a powerful site of strength demonstrating New York City’s tenacity and ability to regrow while also carefully dwelling in deep remembrance.
And so, last night I stood high up on a terrace of 4 World Trade Center looking out towards 1 World Trade Center which rose up in front of me like a phoenix as the sun spilled across the sky, and I smiled with happy tears in my eyes.
* This is an 8 second long exposure taken with my Sony A7R.
Information about my New York City photography book which is releasing in stores and online in the autumn of 2014 (including where to order it):NY Through The Lens: A New York Coffee Table Book
I know for a fact that Fox is probably the closest thing to real news that we could have. MSNBC is nothing short of a joke. All indicators point to that.
An actual comment on Facebook. I mean, this is a real person. With active brainwaves. Who votes.
"I know for a fact…"
My god, we’re so screwed.
Remember that leering, cursing lynch mob in Little Rock reviling a meek, innocent little 12-year-old Negro girl as she tried to enroll in public school? Weren’t they—or most of them—devout churchgoers? I detest the two-faced who pretend liberality but are practiced bigots in their own mean little spheres. I didn’t tell my daughter whom to marry, but I’d have broken her back if she had had big eyes for a bigot. As I see it, man is a product of his conditioning, and the social forces which mold his morality and conduct—including racial prejudice—are influenced more by material things like food and economic necessities than by the fear and awe and bigotry generated by the high priests of commercialized superstition. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m for decency—period. I’m for anything and everything that bodes love and consideration for my fellow man. But when lip service to some mysterious deity permits bestiality on Wednesday and absolution on Sunday—cash me out.
This is the email I woke up to. Terrifying.
Honestly, I don’t know what to do at this point. Within ten minutes of sounding the alarm via Twitter, my account had been restored, but I’m one of the lucky ones. I have the privilege of asking tens of thousands of people to write into Tumblr on my behalf, and I can only imagine how helpless someone might feel who woke up to the same letter with no way to do anything about it.
I went back and searched through my old email address. Sure enough, under the “Social” tab of a gmail account that I never use anymore were a handful of Tumblr DMCA notices, all originating from some sniveling cunt stain named Jeremy Banks of the IFPI. I saw none of the notices until this morning, not that it would have mattered, because they were all for songs that I posted years ago.
I’ve been posting music for over half a damn decade. I have no idea what songs Jeremy Banks is suddenly going to give a shit about. Short of deleting every song I’ve ever posted, there’s nothing I can do to retroactively protect myself from this kind of arbitrary account termination.
Shit, we all post music. We all click the little box. We all know damn well that we don’t own the copyright, but we do it anyway. We’re not stealing. We’re not making money off the backs of musicians. We’re sharing our favorite songs with our friends.
God damn, I’m still shaking from all the adrenaline. I’m genuinely upset right now. People are suggesting that I export my blogs and migrate to independent hosting, but I don’t want to have to do that.
I love Tumblr. I love the community it fosters. I love my dashboard full of people I follow, and I love the interactions I have with all the people who follow me. I don’t want to leave Tumblr, but I don’t want to be so beholden to the whims of some DMCA termination robot either.
At the very least, I need to find a way to separate and protect Dear Coquette and my other blogs where I’ve never posted any music.
Ugh. This is not good. This is not good at all.
Tumblr is handling this appallingly.
HOW. THE FUCK. CAN WE. BACK UP. OUR TUMBLRS??!!??!!
Pretty please. Tumblr. Yahoo. Please. It is asinine that this isn’t an obvious option.
Make no mistake, this is about coddling Fox’s white viewers; otherwise, someone, somewhere within the network might’ve pointed out the slight discrepancy between their commentators’ unquestioning trust of the Ferguson police and their coverage of the Cliven Bundy clusterfuck.
'The Daily Show', Fox News, and Ferguson: The Dangers of an Alternate News Reality (via flavorpill)
Hypocrisy, thy name is Fox.