The Still Streets of Williamsburg, Brooklyn - a Photojournal

Stood at the North Williamsburg ferry-point looking back at the Manhattan skyline, I felt a noticeable sense of calm within myself. Just a few minutes earlier I’d been navigating the intricacies of Manhattan’s streets – weaving my way through street-wise commuters, bewildered tourists, and those whose provenance I couldn’t quite make out. And the heat was oppressive as I made my way along East 35th Street. No matter where I lingered, it was just impossible to escape the thick, gloopy air that the surrounding skyscrapers did their all to waft my way.

But that was then and now here I was in Brooklyn after the hasty ferry journey across the East River. The river fuelled a gentle breeze that settled nicely on my cheeks and all I could hear was the gentle hum of conversation from an elderly couple who were stood a little further inland. After days of Manhattan with its often-frantic pace and busyness (which is of course its appeal, too), Williamsburg at that moment felt still and tranquil, and I needed that.

As I delved further into this area and made my way around the offshoots of Kent Avenue, Wythe avenue and beyond, I continued to feel an aura of stillness. Everything seemed to be moving at half the pace it had in Manhattan despite its proximity. And so I spent that day walking the wide streets of Williamsburg, wanting to shoot moments that reflected that feeling of serenity that had hit me in the belly that morning. Not only that, but there was also a sense (to me, anyway) of rawness and honesty in my surroundings that I noticed - it felt like some things had been left untouched for decades, dismissing any need to impress anyone or to fall in line with the cookie cutter high streets of our big cities. The streets I walked were happy just the way they were, and weren't going to let anything stop that. And that I liked. 

Here are just a few examples of what my eyes saw that sunny day in Brooklyn, a place that will forever now be a part of me.