Rana Banerjee Photography Blog

I would watch it catch fire every sunny evening. High Voltage indeed.

We only drink the most Freshy Fresh Juices and eat the most Freshy Fresh Fruits.

This great old door with its fake flowers were also shot during my walk with young Mr. Russell.

Fishing crates all stacked up. I would assume to carry fish that the fisherfolk have caught. Taken on a wonderful walk with the young Mr. Russell, one the last we have before he heads north, and I head west.

Found outside Ricky’s, apparently my go to spot for the summer of ’09. (Apparently not really a geranium, as it is commonly called, but an Pelargon)

Behind my house are a number of auto related businesses: used auto parts stores, body shops, and towing companies, alongside a recycling redemption center, busy with drunks all morning long. Within 5 years, they will all be gone. The area is slated to receive subway service soon, and the stop will be right in the middle of this currently slightly grimy area. Already, a large condo complex has gone up, surely the first of many. I’m sure that the landowners in the area are just waiting for the subway to come,  so that they can sell their formerly industrial properties to developers for tidy sums. The homeless aluminium can collectors, grateful for the our state’s bottle deposit law, that spend their mornings in drunken brotherhood in front of the recycling redemption center will have to find a new roost, and the auto shops will be forced deeper into suburbia. I don’t feel too sad, because I know that the only constant in a city is constant renewal, but I find the neighborhood as it is now to be much more fascinating, less planned than thrown together.

Peeling paint, muted colors, rusty hinges, and brick abstractions. But that’s not the only reason I love this image. I bike past this twice a day, with the morning route taking me just 3 or 4 feet from this wall, and while I’ve zipped past it some 800 times and often thought, hmm, that might be nice to shoot a picture of, I never really, really looked at it till I walked past with a camera. Now I have that small, knowing smile on my face as I speed by, and anytime I really really want to look at the wall, all I have to do is fire up the ol’ computer.