kevin rc wilson
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I recently visited the Byodo-In Temple while Liz & I were in Hawaii last week, the second time in about 15 years I’ve had the chance to see it. It was every bit as breathtaking as the first time. A replica of Japan’s historic Byōdō-in, it sits beneath the dramatic Koʻolau cliffs with koi gliding through the pond like living art. You’d never guess this place was built in 1968. Some places just stay with you, no matter how much time passes. Camera: @nikonusa - Z6iii Lens: @viltrox.official 16mm f1.8 Edit in Lightroom & Luminar #byodointemple #byodointemplehawaii #nikon #hawaii
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No storm could ever break us because we know how to dance in the rain ⚡️???? ???? @kevinwilsonnyc ????Hair & makeup @makeupasalbypratixa @linhartistry ✨️ Dress @sophiasierrastudio August 23, 2024 ????
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Just after 6:30 p.m. last night, multiple calls flooded in reporting a fire on East 82nd Street in Manhattan. What began as a routine response quickly escalated into a second-alarm fire, which, from what I gathered, appeared to have started in the building’s penthouse. Fires in New York City are known to grow rapidly during the winter for a variety of reasons, making the situation especially dangerous. Despite that risk, and thanks to the swift response of the FDNY, the building was left intact with no apparent permanent damage. While I was on scene, there were no visible signs of injury. Footage by me, cropped for SM. Original footage sent off to the news. For more details or licensing. Desk@freedomnews.tv #fdny #firedepartment #nycfires #uppereastsidenyc #reels
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2026 — I’m going to organize a few photo walks in between my normal music-industry shooting. Think of it as a night of exploring different parts of NYC, getting to know your camera a little better, sharing some good stories, and thinking outside the box with your photography. Who’s down—and where would you want to explore?
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While most news journalists focus on the midnight ball drop in Times Square, I prefer to cover what happens before any of that, when the gates open and the real chaos unfolds. People start lining up the night before New Year’s Eve, camping out in the cold, just for a chance at a prime spot. By morning, crowds surge forward as police begin funneling revelers into barricaded pens. Once you are in, that is it. You are locked into the same few square feet for the next 10 to 12 hours. What most people do not realize is there are no bathrooms, there is no food once you are penned in, and you are stuck with whatever you managed to bring, which is not much. All of this just to hear music from performers you can barely see and maybe, if you are lucky, catch a glimpse of the ball at midnight. And here is the part no one talks about. Because there are no bathrooms, many people wear diapers. I spoke with one guy who flew in from California, wearing one, and carrying a massive backup pack, just in case he, or someone near him, needed another. This is why I cover the daytime. Not for the countdown, but for the buildup, the strategy, and the reality of what people endure long before midnight ever arrives. This is New Year’s Eve in Times Square, before the party even starts. @blackrapid @thinktankphoto @tamronamericas — @dependbrand
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We now live in an era where everything is expected to be produced faster, cheaper, and with little intention of lasting. In that shift, neon signage has quietly become a rarity. Last night, I walked through Chinatown, a place that was once alive with its glow, and noticed that even since the last time I had photographed these streets, more signs have disappeared. What once filled the narrow blocks above storefronts and fire escapes has slowly been replaced by LED panels and box lighting. The same can be said for the camera I carry. While this shot may be digital, the intention remains the same: to slow down, to not overshoot, and to take the time to understand the scene before creating the image. In nearly two hours out in the cold, I took fewer than fifteen frames the entire night. Film once demanded that kind of patience, where every frame carried weight and uncertainty. Time moves on and adaptation is inevitable, but some things lose their magic when speed replaces intention. The beauty of what once was should not be forgotten, just like the glow of neon that still lingers, quietly, in the city. Sponsors as follows: @blackrapid @thinktankphoto @tamronamericas
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I’ve lived in New York City for twenty-five years now, long enough for the streets to feel like extensions of my own memory and long enough for the noise to fade into something familiar. There is nothing quite like walking these streets alone on a cold winter night, when the city seems to slow down and reveal a quieter version of itself. Living here means always moving, always working, always trying to make things happen. Days blur together in a cycle of deadlines, obligations, and ambition, and somewhere along the way it becomes easy to overlook just how beautiful this city really is. You stop seeing it as a place and start treating it like a backdrop. Last night, with my wife out of town, I felt an unexpected pull to step outside. I grabbed my camera and headed toward lower Manhattan, hopefully to catch some snowflakes falling, imagining a soft blanket of snow as the perfect backdrop for the Brooklyn Bridge. Instead, I was met with rain. That did not stop me. In fact, the bridge was quieter than it had been in weeks, less crowded than usual, and the stillness felt rare and meaningful. The rain softened the city in its own way. Streetlights reflected off wet pavement, and the quiet allowed me to notice details I often rush past. In that silence, I found a different kind of beauty. As I continued walking through lower Manhattan, I passed a couple who stood out immediately. They were completely taken by the city around them, standing still, soaking it all in. The man, speaking in a British accent, looked at the woman he was with and laughed with pure joy. “I can’t believe we are in New York City,” he said. “This is so amazing.” Hearing that stopped me in my tracks, even if only for a moment. It was a reminder of how easy it is for those of us who live here to forget what makes this place special. Familiarity dulls the magic if you let it. That couple saw the city with fresh eyes, and through them, so did I. Walking away with rain still falling and my camera in hand, I felt grateful and reminded that sometimes we need to slow down and see New York the way visitors do, because this city is truly unlike any other. (More from last night in my recent stories)
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The Window to Manhattan The Manhattan bridge opens its dark mouth to winter iron ribs blue with cold and Brooklyn waits behind me, hushed listening to the river think Through this steel throat the city speaks Manhattan narrowed to a single breath the Empire rising pale and solitary a needle stitching sky to stone December bruises the light to gray snow clings like a held thought and the wind sharp tongued names everything it touches but never keeps Here the frame holds longer than the moment stone and steel steady the eye the city does not call or soften it simply stands and refuses to disappear. Edition of 50 available. 1/50 currently sold. And as always, thanks to my sponsors who keep me going: @blackrapid @thinktankphoto @tamronamericas
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There’s a certain magic to New York City. On the same block, from nearly the same spot, you can capture two completely different stories. One moment, winter softens the city and everything feels quiet and elegant. Turn just a few feet and the grit shows itself. These two photos were taken today, in the morning, within minutes and only feet apart, during New York City’s first true snowfall of the season. Both were shot on Fifth Avenue, just outside the Metropolitan Museum. Together they’re a reminder that while the city has its beauty and elegance, there’s also something just as beautiful in the grime and rough edges that make New York what it is.
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