Standing on the corner of 181st and Fort Washington, we enter a church’s park across the street from the building King wants to photograph. He’s happy: It’s a Sunday and the park is open, letting him get a rare distance from his subjects that will allow him to capture a fuller view of the building. King’s images give viewers the sensation of standing right next the stonework, when in reality the details are often five stories (or more) in the air.
What’s caught his interest this time is the figure of a person, stained partly black and wearing strange glasses while reading a book. The sculpture is four stories up, a little below the building’s cornice. That it’s reading really gets King. “That’s hilarious!” he exclaims, “that is so awesome.”
I look up at the figure, then down at the people walking along the sidewalk, passing by without noticing noticing the everyday artistry. King finishes photographing, jots down the address. And then we’re off to find more beauty carved into concrete.