There, Here
My experience at Flushing was exciting and new. I spent moments prior to visit stressing about finding time to take the trip and whether or not my photography skills would be enough to capture the beauty I’d observed. Luckily the intense weight of my insecurities were short lived and I quickly forgot about the labor of photography. I realized I was not bound to any previous expectations so I had the liberty to fail. The commute to Flushing was actually quite nice. I spent my time talking to Faith Lily and imagining the novelty of exploring a new community. I imagined as a vessel riding unnoticed with the cultural currents of the community. Deliberately making myself unnoticed as to not disrupt the rhythms of a space not mine. This was quite new for me. As someone who is always and will always go against the grain, this experience forced me to disperse into the minute and interpersonal idiosyncrasies of the community so that I may capture an image that is honest to the moment. This turned out to be futile attempt at not wanting to disturb the peace, because photography is such an intrusive mode of documentation. Despite my bodies disjunction with the space, I was still able to capture the beauty of colors and textures of the urban cityscape.