This shot’s a classic. There’s an intensity in his eyes, which I think is reflected in the pictures he took at that time – the way he approached the act of framing the world in the viewfinder.
I discovered this image via a Google Image search as I was preparing a blog post about my family’s roots in Haverstraw, NY which go back to the early 1920s.
I don’t know why, but this image reminds me of my father driving me around town in an old Plymouth. One day in the late 1950s as we were stopped at a red light on Rt. 9W, one of my dad’s students rear ended us and I hit my head on the dashboard and required a few stitches.
I guess for some reason I imagine that the look on the subject’s face might’ve been like the one on my dad’s face just before we got rammed.
What was Lee Friedlander doing in Haverstraw in 1966. Did he grow up there?
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This shot’s a classic. There’s an intensity in his eyes, which I think is reflected in the pictures he took at that time – the way he approached the act of framing the world in the viewfinder.
I discovered this image via a Google Image search as I was preparing a blog post about my family’s roots in Haverstraw, NY which go back to the early 1920s.
I don’t know why, but this image reminds me of my father driving me around town in an old Plymouth. One day in the late 1950s as we were stopped at a red light on Rt. 9W, one of my dad’s students rear ended us and I hit my head on the dashboard and required a few stitches.
I guess for some reason I imagine that the look on the subject’s face might’ve been like the one on my dad’s face just before we got rammed.
What was Lee Friedlander doing in Haverstraw in 1966. Did he grow up there?