Who’s a Good Boy?
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Page 02can relate to the dog who's on a leash passed by. The sun cast shows and Karjaka cap Who's a Good Boy? WRITTENBYKARJAKA outside the coffee shop, as its master tured his moment. is inside exploring all that can be had via Italian dark roasts. The waiting. Now that I've got your attention having The anticipation. The Anxiety. Will my waxed poetic on waiting for that decisive mo- ment, the harsh reality is this story. master return, or in my case, will the moment present itself for that quint- essential KARJAKA snap that only I, Aleks, the I sat and waited between appointments at Eataly: This scene unfolded... "there once was a Karjaka, can capture? lonely dog ".. I captured what I thought would The dog cried and his whimpering rattled look interesting: Having killed 5 minutes, I walked down my spine. The dark black lab then fell si- over to my meeting on 22nd street. lent as he sat and watched, and listened to New York, his entire world, pass him by. His owner The End. waited in the queue for that dark elixir of life with foamy white creamy nonsense adorned on Not sexy, but that's often the case for me on top. street photography, or even in the studio. In A stranger stopped and talked with the pa- both instances I'm often flummoxed about why tient canine, of which both received such af- the shot isn't coming out the way I'm seeing it fection with merriment for a brief moment. in my head. "Aleks, can't you take a good photo- Both with their tails waggling, it was like they'd graph?" echos in my head from my childhood. known each other for years. The traveler then Thanks Pops. And then, out of the corner of my went on into the unknown of 5th Ave, while the eye, once my patience has worn thin, there it is. dog returned to the known of many a day, the Bam. That's the one. The one I wasn't looking New York floor of concrete upon which to rest for. The one that came like a master returning his head an anxious body. The black coat let out with a sweet treat for his pupper. an airy burbling sputter as if to say, “Here we Fine. I'll wait, but don't make me bark for it. are again." I'm a good boy. Now where's my photographic sweat treat? The door then opened. The master grabbed the reins of his canine companion and sat together as old friends. Their lives filled purpose and meaning again. The master sipped, and the lab protected him, inspecting every person and fellow canine that
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Aleksandr Karjaka
Aleksandr Karjaka came to New York for the music, but stayed for the visuals. As a classically trained musician, he’s had the honor of performing with some of the greatest musicians, and artistic houses, in the world. Often quoted as "Listening through his eyes." he's photographed the lives and stories of thousands of artists of all fields over the years. Here are their KARJAKA portraits.
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