April 28, 2008
Williamsburg brooklyn, the point at which the past meets the future.   I have a co dependency with my camera, one that won’t allow me to even go for a drink without it. Early October of last year I was having a drink at Zablowski’s with a friend of mine. We decided to call it a night and as we were venturing our way back to greenpoint, my eye gazed over the hauntings of this particular scene. In the distance a new condominium serves as the backdrop for an old mobil gas station that seems to have been accepted by the locals as a landmark, reminding us all of a time where it was a necessity and privilege to have a gas station in your hood. Now due to the economy and the need to be more green, such necessities have become figments of the past with the echoes of what we once were and the promises of what we strive to become.

Williamsburg brooklyn, the point at which the past meets the future.

  I have a co dependency with my camera, one that won’t allow me to even go for a drink without it. Early October of last year I was having a drink at Zablowski’s with a friend of mine. We decided to call it a night and as we were venturing our way back to greenpoint, my eye gazed over the hauntings of this particular scene. In the distance a new condominium serves as the backdrop for an old mobil gas station that seems to have been accepted by the locals as a landmark, reminding us all of a time where it was a necessity and privilege to have a gas station in your hood. Now due to the economy and the need to be more green, such necessities have become figments of the past with the echoes of what we once were and the promises of what we strive to become.

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