Matt Feldman Photography
Set on a 1.6km section of elevated subway track converted to a greenway, the High Line Park is one of my favourite things in New York. With great views, of both the city and in the nearby galleries of Chelsea, the setting is a great collection of juxtapositions that seems to define the entire town.
Stone, sky and vapour. Midday on the streets of Cannes.
After midnight, on the route between Brooklyn and and Penn Station.
In a park beside the Eastern Market in the Capitol Hill neighborhood.
In the fresh snow of late night Washington DC, the streets were quiet enough to be able to stand in the middle and take pictures. This is the…
On the platform at the Aldershot GO Train Station.
From Gabes, Tunisia, in 2005, this sign marks the route eastward toward Tripoli, Libya. At the time, the tape across the distance meant that the border was closed.…
Another rusted truck, seen in Toronto’s Distillery District.
Outside the Navy Archives/Penn Quarter Metro station after a few hours of snowfall.
With the streets virtually empty immediately after a big snowfall, photography in major intersections gets a whole lot easier.
Fresh, wet flakes came to an end just before midnight. A Yamaha was parked out front.
In the fog of the late afternoon, there was only noise. So thick was the mist in the air that the famous falls were invisible, even standing right…
There’s always a nice quiet to the city during and shortly after a snowfall. So shortly after midnight, I took a walk to see what the previous 5…
A 5-shot HDR composite, taken in the Distillery District about 4pm.
1:30am, somewhere in the middle of PA, out of cell phone range, on a route that was anything but direct (thanks, Google).
It’s like seasons are some kind of strange new invention this year. They’re actually happening. After hearing about airport cancellations, train pre-cancellations and other talk of snowmageddon, the…
Back in the city for the first time in more than 5 years, I had a checklist of shots to try. Subways, buildings, streetcars. But the chance to…
Seen in an alley just off of Yongue Street.
From above the MoMA parking lot, this shot toward the CBS building is one of my early attempts at “miniature faking.” The tilt-shift technique produces an image that’s…
One of the shots from an all-too-brief (work) trip to New York. Taken shortly after a rainstorm, just outside my hotel. This is an HDR composite of 7…
In reviewing the photos from this trip, I found several that I never got around to editing. This is the first from that “new” group.
About the only time the bridge isn’t packed with people and souvenir sellers is right before they shut off the lights for the night — 2 AM.
Trapped. Even before heading to the port, I realized the Aegean Sea was choppy. Things aren’t helped by the enclosed decks and assigned seats of the high-speed ferries. But over the span of four hours, that rough ride would mean the people in the seats in front, to my right and behind me all needed multiple uses of their seasickness bags.
As I settled in for the four hour bus trip from the Mediterranean coastal city of Sfax eastward to Tozeur, I couldn’t help but notice I was being watched from across the isle. While I tore into my massive roasted chicken sandwich, a boy of about seven wouldn’t stop staring at me.
In my first few days in this country, I am perplexed by what appears to be a vast one-dimensionality to contemporary Tunisian music: the people all watch and listen to the same stuff. I’m not new to Arabic music. But with eerie similarity, it’s like The Big Game is on every channel, all day, all night, every day, every night. I don’t get it. I must be missing something.
The speaker blares to life and startles me back to consciousness. It has been just under a year since traveling in a Muslim country and being woken by one of the five daily calls to prayer.
I was due, I suppose. All these miles, all these countries, all these flights to all these airports over all these years and my luggage had always managed to travel with me.
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