On Assignment in Washington Heights

In the shadow of the George Washington Bridge.
We wanted to get an idea of what the neighborhood is like.
Can I take your picture?

No English, but a nod and a point to my camera gave permission…

There is much work to be done.


… and sometimes there are breaks.
Half the number to call for a free lunch…
(The picture reveals the precise location and cross street.)
Chewing the fat, but nobody’s listening.
I heard him.
He was complaining, something about a bus that never stopped.
Can I take your picture?
Large wads of bills being exchanged on the street corner. I make no assumptions.
“Don’t hate the player, hate the move.”
The obligatory taxi shot, complete with busy Dominican grocery in background.
We meet again! And this time I get a knowing smile. I made a friend today!
And finally, my favorite shot of the day…













rooftop playground is fantastic.
ditto the subway guy.
the colors are RICH. perfect.
i envy your willingness to engage with people.
Comment by bob — August 27, 2006 @ 12:31 am
You can thank Bobbi for the rich colors. She’s a great mentor!
And it was Jamie that got us into the building for the rooftop shots, and the shot of the bridge. Jamie, you ROCK, girl!
Comment by Julie Walton Shaver — August 27, 2006 @ 12:49 am
Amazing photos. So close - just a couple of bridges - yet worlds away.
Comment by Heidi — August 27, 2006 @ 1:24 pm
Got some fantastic photo’s here. What an experience! I like the 168 St. Subway stop and the b/w girl on playground. I’ve always wanted to see more of the uptown areas and through your pictures I have. Thank you.
Steve Roberts
Comment by Steve — August 27, 2006 @ 10:11 pm
Looks great Julie. The colors are perfect.
My favorite… the rooftop playground.
“…but who needs a slide?” & “Don’t hate the player, hate the move.” OH SO FUNNY!
Thanks for being so nice to me.
~Bobbi
Comment by Bobbi — August 28, 2006 @ 8:32 am
That guy, the one in the chess shirt, he was a great subject! He ok’d my picture project with nothing more than a wink and went right back to concentrating. A young boy of about 13 was sitting next to him, I assume he was his son, watching intently. It was beautiful.
Thanks everybody for commenting!
–Julie
Comment by Julie Walton Shaver — August 29, 2006 @ 12:32 am