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The Alster // Hamburg, Germany

Inner-Alster//Hamburg

Leica Minizoom // 35 mm, 200 ISO


Hamburg is a city defined by water, weaving between centuries old factories and centers of trade, churches and modern flats under a vast network of bridges that outnumber Venice and Amsterdam combined. The chief body of water in Hamburg is the Alster, a tributary of the river Elbe, forming two lakes in the center that give the city its identity, not necessarily by what the water adds, but by the space it takes and the land it leaves to man. Giving one the sense that from the Alster’s edge, one finally has the requisite distance to appreciate what’s in front of them, on the far side of the shore.

-JY

 

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Up Amsterdam Avenue

Cool, damp air greets my face as I step out of my building on Amsterdam Avenue. It’s a little after 5 PM and the rain-stained sidewalk a few blocks west of Central Park is buzzing with the hum of restive life released from work and school.

As I’m walking by the Olympic Flame Diner on the corner of 61st two boys dash across the faded crosswalk, one of them doing zig-zags to keep his wobbling basketball spinning on one finger.

One block up and the Amsterdam Houses sit squat and resolute. A public housing project built in the 40s, its brown brick façade and double-hung windows were once a backdrop to a thriving drug trade until a police raid in 2010 arrested 28 people.

Near the entrance a doo-ragged teen slaps the hand of a friend, dragging his fingers through the others to an arc ending with a thumb snap.

On 64th a block of scaffolding funnels pedestrians into a mine-like passage replete with pools of warm yellow light. The smell of concrete dust and port-a-potties is stifling and I burrow my nose into my collar, scuba sipping oxygen toward daylight.

The tunnel ends at the corner where I’m greeted by a gust of fresher air. It’s starting to drizzle again and the wheels of a yellow cab whip through a nearby puddle, sending a spiraling wave of brown water onto the curb.

I’m halfway up the block when a woman in a red overcoat backs out of a door with her shoulder, popping open an umbrella with her free hands as she turns into me.

She gives me an incriminating look that jars a well-conditioned “Sorry” from my un-sorry lips — the indignation settles in and briefly festers and then it’s gone.

I’m too tall for rainy days as my eyes rise to umbrella-rib levels and people rarely think to raise their little shelters above my head as we pass, forcing me to duck and weave through a stormy sea of personal bubbles.

On 69th a brightly lit second-floor window illuminates several Jewish teenagers practicing a ritual in the Lincoln Square Synagogue, its travertine walls turning a darker grey as the rain begins to pick up.

Idling taxis are filling up fast, their puffs of exhaust clouding the air as I quick-step left to avoid a prim charioteer pulled by two mighty poodles wearing fur-lined coats.

At 70th a halal vendor selling gyros and kebabs is flipping, chopping and scraping piles of meat and onions on the black metal surface while a helmet-clad construction worker digs through the ice box in search of a drink.

The smell of seasoned lamb and grilled onions is thick enough to taste and my mouth waters, my eyes dragging longingly behind my forward moving feet.

On 72nd, Broadway meets Amsterdam forming an “X” that marks the 72nd street subway station. Across from the station is a Trader Joe’s where I’m meeting my sister-in-law to get some groceries but she’s running late, so I wait outside under the aluminum awning.

Every few seconds the sliding glass doors open and close behind me with an airy whoosh as I lean against the recessed wall feeling as if I’ve swum upstream.

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Amsterdam // Film walk

A few weeks back I took a day off from the coffeeshops and wandered around the city with my sister-in-law, her friend Sunny, and my Leica mini-zoom in hopes of catching a unicorn on film.

Well, maybe I didn’t take a day off from the coffeeshops, but here are some of the shots I just got back from being developed. I need to build a dark room…



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Amsterdam // Shapes of the City in Blue

Cities shape how citizens live, and in Amsterdam, citizens live well.

I never get tired of visiting this city, when, in one moment you can be on a busy thoroughfare and the next you are in a deserted alley that echoes the thwack of your every step.

Quiet moments punctuated by noise, by color, by smells and lights.

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Amsterdam and the dulling days

There is a thrill when you step off the train into the smells, sounds and sights of a new city. A sense of accomplishment.

You take a look around you and know that whichever way you go will be entirely new to you, your feet remain untouched by routine and unencumbered by thought. You just go.

The dulling days of the last city now a memory growing fonder, the end of the cycle beyond the horizon, as the days of travel rise and swell and slowly sink, until it’s time to move on.

 

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