Service charges were mysteriously inserted into our lunch bill. We were deterred by the unexpected breach of trust since we were big tippers offended by a store's innocent defensive policy. Nevertheless we as a trio departed the ramen shop strapped with our favorite nikons and yashica.
Here I'm testing my friend's new AF lens by tokina for both his film and digital camera.
recall last year October was warm like usual thanks partly to the warm tropical air brought up each time by a scattered hurricane which might just devastated another coastline but saved us in moderate weather. Here we were crossing 2nd ave and I thought about the technique of walking as I shoot. While I'm viewing through my viewfinders totally trusting the traffic light, he stylishly walks without any signs of alert but looks in an attitude of subconscious instinct then crossed.
patching for the holidayshere I find a high concentration of these hanging sneakers up a utility wire outside a row of lower east side townhouses. Makes me wonder who was here and when did they leave or what were they talking about and if any of them could be in another world or maybe moved away.
easy peace
somewhere near 9th street and 3rd ave he asked her why do so many TLR enthusiasts like to shoot bikes. She replied, because bikes are "fotogenic". I thought if this bike with it's cushioning crown seat is a loyal bike then it might only have one owner but if not and it's a rental bicycle then it could have sat upon by many asses.
this is not detroit
my all time favorite bar has to be mi-lady: 160 Prince St., New York, NY 10012
on the corner of prince and thompson in lower westside manhattan. today I finally enjoyed my jameson on rocks at a popular but new to me alcoholic joint called MacDougal St. Ale House
B122 MacDougal St., 212/254-8569
3 of us flipped many topics like the beer caps have fallen. my ice crystals popped when tarnished by my fine irish whiskey as she sips away chardonnay soft like 1.2 aperture lenses. i turned and stared at the barred door and leads my sights to the afternoon lit stair cases. Those soft white lights are still filtered by the thick cold wet air which have blanketed nyc for this weekend. I'm looking forward to the 60s again next week. Too many leaves have just fallen away without a slight chance of wearing their colorful nightgown first.
soon we found ourselves up those steps and led away into the wetness of a cold rainy Sunday afternoon.
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