My favorite day of the year has come and gone again. I swore this year I wouldn’t shoot like the last three years. I wanted to just experience it instead of trying to capture it visually, mathematically. I wanted to stay in the moment. Well, its hard to do after 20 years of working and “seeing” things and being compelled to capture them. So, I shot a bit. Not much. But enough to warrant this sharing. Check the other posts of years past for information on this incredible folkloric festival which happens every year as a kick off to the Carnival festival. Brooklyn’s festival starts at 3:30am and goes till 10am with processions of varied acoustic music from the West Indies, people in a trance, paint and oil being smeared about, cops not really hassling anyone on this one singular day. Buying a Guinness for $5 after a raucous night out of moving tub of ice as the sun comes up, right on Empire street, NYPD looking the other way, air thick with sweat, music, soul and ganja is a tradition I hold dear.