Wednesday on a whim I decided that I’d go outside and capture our small Capitol city. Trenton is historic, third oldest capitol in the States and established in 1792. The site of a major battle in the American Revolution, a key hub city in the 50s, and an industrial manufacturing giant at one point in time.
Now it’s changed with the times. More urbanized, more poverty, more bureaucracy, and more forgotten.
But not to me. There’s always something to find or see, you just have to look. It’s not a bad place, it just got caught up in the motions & the politics and began to stagnate. It happens to the best of places, however all that needs to happen is a cultural renaissance. Kind of way I created my page which I’m going to link to. My page post
It’s a small page, just me. The smart thing would be to keep it separate but my username kind of gives things away. I don’t really know where I’m going with it or how I’m going to do it, I have these ideas but the real reality is that I’m just a 25 former drop out turned college student without a dollar in his pocket trying to create change without even knowing where I’m going myself. It’s a work in progress, kind of like Trenton, but I’ll continue doing spotlights of during things and see where it takes me.
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This happened about around fifty yards away from our window. One second it’s just a normal street, the next second a car runs over a street sign and crashes into a telephone pole, later a passerby on a bike was almost hit by one of the falling wires that got stuck on a passing city bus. The limited knowledge I have is that it had something to do with the driver in front suddenly stopping that caused the accident but regardless of that it serves a reminder to always pay attention – no matter what you’re doing. Nobody here was severely injured but all it takes is one moment. That’s it. Crossing the street without looking, not paying attention to the rode, not checking a weapon before cleaning it, adding too much oil while cooking, so on and so on.
One second is all it takes to go from normalcy to disaster. Always be aware of what you’re doing and what’s going on because things happen when we least expect it to. That’s all I have to say. Love ~ Jamil.
As somebody with relatively zero income (got to love student life) you have to work with what you got. There’s no fantastical trips to Paris, or New York (even though I actually go up there constantly but shhh I’m trying ot tell a story), Sydney, and St. Petersburg and so on. I live in the small urban playground of Trenton, NJ, a 7sq mile radius of high crime that’s absolutely and utterly dangerous! Or so they would like you to believe.
To those that aren’t used to a city, and have the perspective of their lives shaped by news media and television programs, then Trenton is definitely a scary place where one has to clutch their purse at all times and cross the street at night to avoid intersecting paths with dark skinned individuals WHO-WILL-ROB-THEM! Although, you should probably always be aware of your surroundings no matter where you go. But that being said it’s like any other medium city-town that’s suffered from the decay of the middle class through the results of gradual economic recession and the white flight. As I said previously in my mini spotlight of Walter Rand Transportation Center in Camden and it’s jail like bathroom, with poverty does come crime and Trenton isn’t absent to it. Some of the houses are dilapidated, there is some gang problems in certain isolated areas, though less of a problem now than it was in 2006 when the gang craze was at its height and as much as I love rap, gangster rap does take some blame for that.
Yet even with that all when all is said and done, Trenton is still normal with unique conditions. There are artists here, there are former professional athletes here, there music bands here. They’re just a bit hard to find. Yet most importantly, there are people that are afraid to come here because of the preconceived notions and trust me, I know this personally, I’ve heard the comments and read them going through other the social media portfolios of other photographers in this city. That sentiment is both a curse and a blessing; as it may not help with bringing in outside business inquires, but it does mean there’s genuine areas here that tell a story, not some fake mural created by a corporation’s viral marketing ploy, but by people here. All to be found and shown to the world.