This was one of my earliest attempts at “serious” photography when I was about 16 years old growing up in New York City. Armed with a new Nikon camera, I roamed the surrounding neighborhoods of Greenwich Village with an air of confidence and youthful swagger not realizing how little I understood the craft, much less the art of photography. The old Maxwell House Coffee sign was still visible through the hazy Hoboken skyline of the ‘60s. Why I was drawn to this moment I’m not entirely sure; perhaps the tender gesture of the couple gave pause to the anxiety I felt over the war in Vietnam, civil rights, political assassinations, and what lay ahead in my future. Despite the poor exposure and overdeveloped negative, I was proud of my effort and knew at once that photography would be a lifelong affair.

Hudson River Pier

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