It's September. The days are growing shorter, so when I head to work in the afternoons now, the light is more golden and causes the buildings and other objects to cast longer shadows. While walking the High Line to work, I caught the sun illuminating this signpost in the Meatpacking District.
Heading home from Boston, we passed three motorcycles on the Mass Pike that each had a stuffed animal (mascots?) riding along on their bikes.
My college roommate married his partner in Boston the day Ted Kennedy was laid to rest. We had to dodge the closed streets around the Westin on Friday night with all the presidents spending the night there, and we had to dodge the raindrops on Saturday. But when it was all said and done, it was a grand yet intimate celebration at the Boston Public Library.
Here, they welcome the guests on the landing of the entry hall, standing on the spot where they were later married.
At the Garrison Square Apartments, Boston. I looked up after laying down on a slate wall to relax while waiting for Casey to come back with the key to our guest suite.
Erik Ainge under center for the Jets during a drill at training camp in Florham Park, N.J.
Looking up at the view from the sunroof of the car on Broad St. in Red Bank. Little did I know what I'd be looking at two days later.
Was too drunk to care if I got a good shot, so I just moved on. But I took it to note that it would've been funny if the lights that were out were the only ones lit -- then it would say HA!
Coming home at 5:30 a.m., I got to gaze up at the pairing of the Moon and Venus in the lightening dawn sky, but didn't get to an open (and dark) enough space to spot the International Space Station as it moved across the sky.
Not to make light of it, but if I lived across from the Spotted Pig, I might have financial trouble, too.
A Surfin' Sizemore bobblehead obtained (for free) at a Cleveland Indians game in July, a Mets Pez dispenser, a "Baseballasaurus" plush toy I was given sometime in high school (or childhood?), and a 2004 All-Star Game ceramic boot given out to fans and reporters at the game in Houston.
Despite the various opportunities on a busy Saturday (lots of other people to watch) at the Guggenheim, I observed their request for no photos inside -- though it would've been funny to take a shot from the top looking down at the lobby, where we saw my father-in-law wandering in circles waiting for us.
Instead, I settled for the classic curvature of the exterior against a brilliant blue sky.
This week, I had my first chance to take a double-decker from Clifton to Hoboken. The first day, I sat on the upper level. Second day, lower, which got me this perspective in Secaucus.
After nearly three summers of living 15 minutes from Montclair State's campus (and one rained-out attempt), I finally got myself to a New Jersey Jackals game on a Wednesday morning. And then I left in the eighth before three straight rallies! The visitors took the lead in the top half, the home team came back in the bottom half, and the visitors responded in the ninth to win. Crazy game.
I can't look at any of my photos from this evening at Nepenthe in Big Sur without immediately going back there. I feel the same enlightenment in my chest, the same peace in my soul, the same joy in my mind as we sat on the deck in the early evening just killing time. As the sun sank into the Pacific, the light only got better, growing more golden, drawing the sky in a deeper blue and turning the trees more and more into shadows and producing some great images.
They gave us these tiny geckos in our pints at Geddy's in Bar Harbor and we packed them away in one of our bags during the trip. After I washed them, they'd just sort of lay around the counter near the sink -- until I came home one day and noticed Casey had affixed them to the wall between the windows over the sink. Never hurts to have a little more color in the kitchen.
Painting complete!*
*(We still have the navy blue accents to do above the white trim at the top of the first floor, around the windows and on the red knobs on the deck railings, plus a few other places. But it's close enough for me.)
Me: I haven't taken any pictures today.
Casey: Take this one!
Harry (squirming): Ehhhhh...
Lenny under the cardboard sofa Casey made for him. I realized after midnight that the only photo I took all day was this cameraphone shot.
I don't take too many cameraphone shots anymore now that I have a useful, compact point-and-shoot for everyday images. But this one was my phone's screensaver for about half a year after I took it.
I looked up and saw the light of the city reflecting off those clouds and knew they'd come out in a photo.
