I’ve always had a strange relationship with Buffalo and the surrounding suburbs. It’s where I was born, where I was raised, and where I think I’ll always feel most at home. Strangely, I feel somewhat out of place there, one of the many reasons I ran (I ran so far away) when it was time for college. It’s a blue collar town, while I eschew collars in favor of grandiose verbosity. I’m one of them liberal elitist pricks. Buffalo is more honest than me. More visceral. Hell, the bars stay open til 4am.
And yet I will always harbor an unseen draw back to my city on the lake. If the economy wasn’t so shat up, and the winter less awful, I’d probably have a long term plan to return. Until the job market rebounds and climate change shortens the winters, I’ll have to enjoy Buffalo from afar.
These photos were taken early one morning throughout the blue collar suburb of North Tonawanda, NY.
This is the alternate bicycle shot. I like it better…except I clipped the rear wheel with the frame. Does it matter? Is it better than the wider shot?