We no longer lead the world in the wearing of Awesome Hats. Excepting a few Hipsters in Greenpoint, we are essentially hatless. The ball is in your court Trump!
This is actually confusing in New York City, since there are TWO Indian Day Parades. Actually, there are more, but THIS one is India, the original not the Columbian Confusion. Christopher, not the country Colombia. See how confusing this is?
The NYC Indian Day Parade says it is the world’s largest Indian Day Parade, which I have to question since I imagine a parade in India would be larger. Still, there were a LOT of people there. Indeed, with the weather and the crowds the parade is pretty much how I imagine India: very hot, very crowded and filled some of the most beautiful people in the world.
I wanted to stay longer, but I don’t have the stamina I used to for standing in the blazing Sun shooting photos. You can see the others here on Flickr.
One of the reasons I love photography is the opportunity to peak inside lives I’ve not lived. It’s why I choose some of the subject I shoot. I will never know what being Gay is like, or a Hare Krishna, or proposing to beautiful dancer in public. (OK, that COULD still happen, but it’s not likely.) Through the lens, I catch just a glimpse of their lives.
Shooting last weekend in a room full of children, I caught just a glimpse of what my light might be if I made different choices. It was interesting to think about, what kind of parent would I be, who would my children be, would I be watching my daughter walk down the aisle about now? As I sit here, I’ve no regrets, particularly because I know how much a wedding photographer costs! Still, I wonder what being on the other side of the lens might be like.
Here is something I never thought I would say: I had a blast at a child’s birthday party! Of course, I’ve been photographing the family since its literal beginning at the Bridal Shower. I was there for the baby shower, the Christening and now her first birthday. Thanks for letting me be a part of your family!
I’ve been in New York City a decade, this was my first trip to Liberty Island. It will also be my last. Hours of waiting, layers of security, hordes of people all for a ten minute walk around and say “Well, that’s it.” We eschewed the pedestal, with MORE lines and MORE waiting. While the up close images from the island are nice, the view from the Staten Island Ferry is free and much easier.
It’s not a HUGE start to getting back behind the lens, but it IS a start.
I’ve not been doing something I love for a while. There were, are, a lot of reasons, boredom, lack of motivation, a feeling of doing the same thing over and over. The upshot, no photos. How do you fix a problem like this, well, you do what Inigo does: “When the job went wrong you went back to the beginning. Well, this is where we got the job, so this is the beginning. And I am staying till Vizzini comes. “
You go back to where you started and look again. You start by doing what you did when you started taking photos, you walk and you TAKE PHOTOS.
And hope Fezzik finds you.
Storm King Art Center is 500 acres of parkland dotted with over one hundred sculptures, or at least this is what the website says. What I saw were mostly steel girders welded at right angles, some with dangly balls some without. I am sure there is some deeper meaning that I am too cretinous to understand, but really they all looked like a construction accident. Still, the scenery was breathtaking, the weather magnificent and this lone tree on the hill was the loveliest thing in the park.