


Here's some shots of a billboard on a cloudy day. Exposing for the billboard blows out the sky nicely.
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This spring marks the beginning of my fourth year covering the construction of NYC's marvelous High Line. I have enjoyed every minute spent walking the line, talking to the workers, and of course shooting. This project was the spark, the one that inspired me to try to get in and shoot as many landmark construction projects here in the city as will allow me. 






Last week, I got a personal tour of 100 11th Avenue from Francois Leininger of Atelier Jean Nouvel and Jack Beyer of Beyer Blinder Belle (thanks, guys!). Inside, I got a chance to see a few apartments including one that Mr. Nouvel lived in while he was in town working out design and construction issues (one in which he made many sketches on the walls and lightly furnished). Another highlight for me was the dreamy 1/10+ acre full-floor penthouse.
Last night I was hanging around on the private roof terrace of of my new $22M penthouse apartment at 100 11th Ave. By private, I mean private. Not private from just the filthy masses, but private from the wannabes living on the lower floors. You see this entire roof is all miiiiiine! Its a tad on the small side, but I suppose it may just be big enough to land the helicopter in a pinch for the ride out East to the beach house.


From an ongoing series of mine entitled Tanks, Containers, and Stacks: Photos of Industrial America Snuck from in the Car, Outside the Fence, and Behind the Trees. These beauties were shot in and around the ports of Elizabeth and Kearny New Jersey in areas that most people would seldom venture to see--large tank farms and industrial shipping zones. Shooting for this project, I try to work quickly to avoid run-ins with private security and police. If I'm lucky it's one shot and off to the next one. I'm usually far gone by the time security arrives.As profiled on PDN's Photo of the Day.







The High Line, due to the intricate and labor-intensive nature of its construction, is the closest you can possibly get these days to being hand-built. There are no paving machines, no climbing masts, and little crane work. You don't see "a floor per day" like you do in high rise construction. In fact, on many days the untrained eye would have trouble discerning any progress at all. But a lot happens in a day and most of the battles are small ones. A few dozen pavers are lifted into place with sheer muscle power at one end while skilled hands lay down a hundred feet of weld at the other. Seemingly little efforts add up to a project that moves forward slowly but steadily. Here's a pictorial tribute to the men and women that are up on the line through rain and snow and wind building your future park--piece by piece, day by day, year by year (all shot in 2010).

Here are a couple of shots from a trip to Old San Juan, Puerto Rico. I'll be posting a few sets of photographs from this gem of a city in the upcoming weeks. Special thanks to the man with the red pants for making a cameo in the second shot. Catching him in the 5 minutes I was set up here was a minor miracle!