A journey sometimes is simply about the here and now, I believe. These past days, I have experienced moments that underscore where I am, where I have been and where I wish to go. But in all the gravity of those realisations, New York has been all about never missing what is glaringly present.
A walk down downtown Brooklyn after sundown brought be to this abandoned railroad tracks.
There is a reason I made this photograph, I just might not be able to articulate it presently in the context of my own life.
Even as I talk about my own anchor being lifted, I am much too aware that these photographic slices of life around me are what frame my existence.
Shibu Arakkal
Spring Twenty Eighteen
