I Spent Lunch At The Rosa Parks Plaza In Dallas, Tx And Here’s What I Saw
I love black and white photography and film. I was born colorblind because of a deficiency in the womb but gained the ability to see color years later. Still, I prefer to only see black and white and wish I could return.
Most of my work is highly orchestrated, but once in awhile, I need to get out and feel the street, breathe the chance of random images that you might see.
I took the DART train rail and just decided to see where I would end up. Found myself in the West End, then walking the streets to the Rosa Park Plaza. It's a bit of a rough area: one guy threatening to kill me for trying to take his photo and another asking "What the f*** is a white boy with a camera doing here?" Others telling me to leave because it wasn't "my place." All in the span of a couple of hours. But I loved it all. Homeless to executives and everything in between. You can feel the intensity of the people around you.
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This woman was having a conversation with the Rosa Parks statue.
I love keeping my camera low and taking a chance, only to see later what I found.
He was so sick. Kept coughing and moaning on the train ride back.
This father put a smile on my face all day.
This guy asked me if I was out here taking "pictures of asses" after I took this shot.
He never moved. Trains came by and not once did he get up.
He had a great afternoon dancing and hustling women for money.
He jumped in front of my shot, but I'm glad.
This kind man said I could take his picture, but he was afraid he'd break the camera because he was so ugly.
Some people REALLY don't like being photographed.
This gentleman in a wheelchair asked me for money to get a "soda pop." Gave him $10.
There's a story here. She would talk to him and he never said a word.
This guy kept asking for money he thought I had because I had a camera, and therefore, I was rich. (I'm not)
He didn't move much either. Just kept rubbing his head.
Just enjoying a blunt in the afternoon sun of Dallas. And no, it's not legal here.