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A quiet man on a really cool home-built trike…

So I wish I could tell you this nice man’s name on his home-built trike, but even though he obliged in allowing me to photograph him he didn’t tell me his name. But I’m jumping ahead. It was two evenings ago and I had just gotten out of work. I was unlocking my bike when I saw him quietly pedal past me. I was on my way to a second job and he was heading ahead of me down the same side-street as I. He had stopped; he was collecting bottles and cans. I stopped and was admiring his bike while he went between two houses in search of his bounty. The trike, I could see, was obviously home-built. But what was really impressive was that it wasn’t originally a trike, it was an old mountain bike fitted with a wide axle and a shopping cart basket welded onto it; it also pulled a homemade trailer. When he emerged from between the houses he looked startled to see me there on my bike. I introduced myself and told him I was just admiring his bike. He then motioned to his ears and mouth in such a way that told me he could neither hear or speak. I gave him my card and made a motion like a camera and pointed at him, asking if I could take his photo. He immediately hopped up on the bike and struck the pose you see above. After a few more hand gestures on both our parts, he conveyed to me that he indeed build the bike himself. Really really cool, such ingenuity. After a few more gestures we shook hands and parted. If you my silent friend are reading this I just want to say thank you. Thank you for meeting me, and also for allowing me to take your photograph.

Urban Simplicity.


noun: equality
the state of being equal, especially in status, rights, and opportunities.
So these are a couple photos I took yesterday on Christopher Street in Greenwich Village. I happened to be in NYC when the marriage equality act was passed and had heard that there was a gathering down there so I went and took a look. The “gathering” turned out to be thousands. It was in front of the historic Stonewall Inn. And it was really moving. People were crying, people were smiling, people were congratulating one another. There were local and state media speaking. And in the air there was hope.
I mentioned this earlier on Facebook, but I have to tell this brief story again. When I first got there I—being a somewhat smallish man—couldn’t see because of the crowds. I held my camera in the air above my head but still couldn’t get a good shot. I saw a guy standing on a wrought iron fence nearby, so I hopped up as well. I was just about to snap a photo when I hear, “Hey…you can’t be up there. Ya gotta get down.” Turning, I saw it was two NYPD. Somewhat intimidated I jumped down and apologized. I told them I was trying to get a good photo. “Well, did you get the photo,” one of them asked? Nope, not yet, I told him. He then told me that I could get up there to take the photo but then I had to get down. I snapped a couple photos. And when I got down I thanked them and they both shook my hand. I found it very moving and it only added to the positive feeling of this historic event.