A showcase of the random things I’ve spotted on my walk to and from work. No theme, just thoughts.
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A showcase of the random things I’ve spotted on my walk to and from work. No theme, just thoughts.
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I’ve noticed New Yorkers sporting this summer’s hottest accessory. Their dog. Take this man for example. His carefully cultivated tough-guy facade not-so-subtly undermined by a girly dog.
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The weekend had arrived, and with the weekend came the little bundle of joy known infamously as “Ansley.” So Lauren and I mosied up to Penn station, and hopped on an 8 o’clock train to Philadelphia. We became vehemently enraged once delays started piling up, and were equally afraid that we might miss our designated pick-up time with miss Ansley. A terrible thing to do. The rage, however, quickly subsided when the kind Amtrak gentlemen somewhat awkwardly explained that a “fatality has occured on the Metro Park tracks.” Hard to be angry after that. But all’s well that ends well, becasue we ended up getting miss missy with time to spare. The next morning the two siblings took our folding bikes down to the service station for a tune-up, and met Lauren deep in the heart of SoHo for some fashion fishing. We all ended up raking in hefty hauls, a suprise that shocks no-one. The day ended with an excursion into china town, dinner at “Big Wongs” (I wish I was making this stuff up) and a stroll through Little Italy.
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Day two of “The Littlest Adventure,” and the crew headed for the High Line. What with it being such a nice day and all, we started our voyage by crossing under the Standard, and marched onward to the end of the railway at 30th st. I was amazed at how lush and green it turned in the summer, a stark contrast to the brown and brush that greeted me last time I visited. I was utterly content with taking pictures of one of my new favorite spots, while Ansley and Lauren were equally happy to walk and talk. A match made in heaven.
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After galavanting across the high line, the crew readily retreated back into the cool climate that is 7s. Thanks to Leslie’s foresight, we were greeted by our very own sushi swami, who proceeded to school us in the “art” of sushi. Balance, form, elegance, she taught, must flow together within each offering (which was news to me considering I never get past the evangelical sauce on a Samurai Burrito…God’s gift to man.) But once you embraced the method, it became therapeutic, and we churned out some epic stuff for sushi noobs. Pictures after the break…
If you don’t already know, I take my camera everywhere. Sometimes I’m lucky and come back with interesting stuff, and most of that stuff doesn’t fit into a larger story. Just because something doesn’t fit doesn’t mean it doesn’t belong. Doesn’t It? So I made some categories, designed icons, and made it fit.
Field Notes: Street Photography – anything and everything that seems interesting
Neighborhood Watch: Street Portraiture – the various species that inhabit our world
Narcissisms: Self Photography – reflections (literally) of myself