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Eduardo Colón

photographer & writer based in houston, texas and brooklyn, new york




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Bowery Flow

Street Photography in Manhattan's East Village - April 2013 by Eduardo Colon


The self dissolves and is annihilated where the sky meets the earth and all becomes one with the All.

Photographed at White Sands National Monument in New Mexico.


I swear this city without you is a prison i am dying to get out to roam in deserts and mountains. - Rumi

Nowhere New Mexico

Central New Mexico, March 2013. On the road from Albuquerque to Roswell.

Creamy Emptiness

The Dead Volcanoes at the Petroglyph National Monument outside of Albuquerque, New Mexico.

Petroglyph National Monumnet

Look west from a top of one of the volcanoes located within the Petroglyph National Monumnet.

Ecstasy - DJ Set

This DJ set was an episode was originally an episode from a deep house music podcast I produced on a monthly basis called, The Underground Sound of NYC.



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I wrote this while on a business trip in Germany for the summer of 2001.Last night I had the television on the only channel I could understand and enjoy.MTV. I saw a music video that tapped direct into a longing that I’ve had in my heart for years but could never pin down.



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It’s 5:37 a.m., Monday morning, September 20, 2010.I've just returned from dropping my nephew off at work. Before returning home, I stopped at a convenience store and picked up bread, milk, and other items I’ll need to prepare breakfast for my family in a few hour’s time. Then I will begin my day, in earnest, running errands, tending to tasks, so on and so forth. I know I have an unassuming and plain appearance.I look like any other man of my age, of my background, and no one around me would know I am a man on fire, in the mind,…


The Desert Road of Night

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Originally published December 28, 2010 via Karma of Dove dot Com.This is my first memory.I’m three years old and I’m in the arms of a fireman, being carried out of a burning building, in the darkness of early morning.



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I've driven over many desolate roads winding through ghost towns and vast empty space.


There Are Days

There are days that come to mind and when they do it all feels as if a dream....

Life Goes On

From that spot in Washington Square Park I remembered the Twin Towers, how it once stood, and it's where One World Trade now stands.

The one thought crossing my mind as I took photos that night.

"There is no perfection only life." — Milan Kundera



Whereever you stand, be the Soul of that place. - Rumi