The storm broke overnight. I awoke with a jump to the brisk morning air typical of early October. Attempting to prolong my rest and fend off the cold, I covered my head with my comforter and waited for my alarm. After twenty minutes of minor discomfort, I preempted my phone's obnoxious sounds and climbed out of bed. On my way to the shower I vengefully closed my window. For the first time in months, I ordered my large Americana sans ice from the friendly woman at Joe's. Steam escaped from my cup on my morning walk to work, and I paused for an instant pulling my iPhone from my pocket to change the song and snap a photo of the season's first steam.
Since adopting a professional schedule somewhat resembling a 9 to 5 but striking a closer resemblance to an 8 to 7:30, I rarely take my 5D Mark II with me on my commute and rompings around New York. Instead, I rely on my iPhone to capture moments around me. Along with maintaining a general level of overall ineffectiveness when making calls, my phone continues to produce some of my favorite images. Here are a few from the last four months.
A sunset in July.
Twilight in mid July.
A view of Central Park on Forth of July Weekend.
Sunset on the Jaquelin Kennedy reservoir in mid June.
A view from the roll bar of a 1957 Willy's Jeep in Moiser, Oregon during Labor Day weekend.
The last rays of a mid September evening on the Upper West Side.
My two cameras in Early September.
A hazy September morning on my walk to work.
Jarad Hadi in Southeast Portland in early September.
An Indian Summer evening after work in Midtown.
A Saturday skateboarding at the Chelsea pier.
Tapping on the screen between sips of my tongue-burning coffee, I eventually settled on "Cortez the Killer." Turning up the volume, I shifted the tiny lens of my iPhone towards my coffee cup and fired away. Unfortunately, the image didn't turn out the way I envisioned, and I continued on my walk enticed by the steam of my beverage and the comfort of my Filson Jacket.