Walking down 1st Avenue last weekend was a bit of a lost cause in terms of documenting its more mundane elements. Every year the New York City Marathon does a tremendous job of holding hostage those who live east of 1st Avenue between 57th and 125th streets, so my options for block documentation were a bit limited. I figured it'd be as good a time as ever to check out the runners since I had never experienced the marathon in person before.
As I walked down the block, going against the current if-you-will, the infectious and constant roar of the crowd at mile 16 was unlike anything I had ever encountered. Passing by local stores I had seen dozens of times before it was difficult to imagine the street under normal circumstances, which bummed me out a bit since I like my photos to represent blocks at their most ordinary. However I still couldn't get over the spectacle of the race. The good cheer brought by the anonymous volunteers and spectators brought a party atmosphere to the street. If only I could cross it.