It turns out Fahrenheit 451 is the 7th most checked out book from the New York Public Library. I found this tad bit of information out last weekend while I was there.
And this wall, at the entrance of the Rose Main Reading Room, shown a familiar resemblance. The juxtaposed fire hose and rows of volumes stood as living renditions of what Bradbury would call Fahrenheit 451.
Tourists, in attempts to capture the murals above, overlooked this quiet representation. It was seen yet not seen, noticed yet ignored, yet it held presence.
“Montag hesitated. ‘Was — was it always like this? The firehouse, our work? I mean, well, once upon a time…didn’t firemen prevent fires rather than stoke them up and get them going?'”
In moments like these, I share my greatest hits. Things didn’t go as planned in editing a picture I had in mind, so I decided to pick one from my desktop (again). I edited it last year but now made the chance to share it:
The photo’s composition might not be perfect (the man is looking away from the camera), but I like how the image takes in the detail of the cardboard boxes, cans of Diet Coke, and even vapor rising in the back. Not to mention the color contrast.
This is what I call street photography, where I try to capture people in the day-to-day. There’s something about it, documenting the everyday, that I like. It’s one of my favorite things to do.