I love taking pictures in the car mirror. This one came as I was waiting to pick up Casey at the train station.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Now that I approach the office from the south most days, I get to stare at this scaffolding disguised as a website ad as I wait to cross 15th St. I'm usually cutting it close as far as time goes, but I had a few minutes today and saw the two men walking toward the corner, so I was ready to get the shot I wanted. I think I like it even better with the people walking toward the silhouette than the image I had in my mind of someone walking in the same direction of it.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Finally had the weather to get back out to the ballfields in Jersey City for a little pitching and hitting and shagging flies. Definitely rusty -- a weak showing at the plate, a bit of soreness afterward. Traffic up 1&9 on the way home provided me enough of a pause to get another shot of the carpet man from the opening credits of "The Sopranos."
Thursday, April 23, 2009
I take a lot of pictures of signs, but this one I particularly like. It immediately takes me back there -- a warm, sunny day in small-town northeast Colorado May, the soft clouds dotting a blue sky. The refreshing thought of a soda to quench my thirst. Remove the cars, put it in sepia, and it could be an ad from the 50s.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Harry's easier to take a photo of because he's older and moves around less than Lenny.
I wish I'd remembered that today was day 112 -- that's the house number of the place I grew up, and I was down there today. Would've been a nice tie-in. Stupid me.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Diane Arbus lived in the carriage house, through the small door, at 131 1/2 Charles St.When I am traveling,
hurrying hundreds of miles
in trains or by car,
I pass houses
where we once lived.
-- "Return I," Elisabeth Stevens
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Egg Rock Lighthouse sits at the entrance to Frenchman Bay on Mt. Desert Island in Maine. The sign posted along the lookout in Acadia National Park describes it best:
Since 1875, Egg Rock Lighthouse, perched on the craggy island before you, has helped guide vessels safely into Frenchman Bay. Among the hardships lighthouse keepers faced was fierce weather. Storm waves periodically swept over the low-lying island, washing away out-buildings, flooding the keeper's quarters, breaking windows and tearing away railings and walkways. In June of 1895, the fog signal sounded for 105 continuous hours.
The U.S. Coast Guard automated the light in 1976. Today its red beacon and mournful fog signal continue to warn vessels away from the dangerous ledges of Egg Rock.
[I considered this egg shot, too.]
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Not the prettiest of days in Manhattan, but the cold, wet weather meant no line at Shake Shack in Madison Square Park. And then it provided this dual image.
Friday, April 10, 2009
I had to take a shot of this after randomly pausing the TV at this scene. The reason we paused it was because a piece of glass fell out of a frame on the wall behind us, bounced off the couch, and shattered on the floor. So we had to take a break from "Scrubs" to clean it up before the cats got too interested. This was kind of our reaction to the glass committing suicide.
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank
Like a shroud it covers Bleecker Street
Fills the alleys where men sleep
Hides the shepherd from the sheep
Voices leaking from a sad cafe
Smiling faces try to understand
I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand
On Bleecker Street
A poet reads his crooked rhyme
Holy, holy is his sacrament
Thirty dollars pays your rent
On Bleecker Street
I heard a church bell softly chime
In a melody sustainin'
It's a long road to Canaan
On Bleecker Street
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
This billboard across the street from the building -- it's for Aldo -- caught my eye one early morning as I was waiting for the elevator on my way home. I had to shoot it from afar because the office space in the foreground is vacant and locked (yet they keep the lights on 24/7, annoying the hell out of me).
It actually had been unlocked shortly after the renovation was complete (I discovered one morning when I decided to check the door), but someone realized the mistake and it's been locked the couple of times I've tried it since. I wish they hadn't caught it, because I feel like I could've had a better image if I'd had more freedom in my composition of it. But as it is, I think it's decent enough.
Monday, April 06, 2009
Sunday, April 05, 2009
I'd seen this faded American Book Bindery Building sign before -- probably when I used to take the bus into NYC from the Edgewater apartment and we'd get caught in the rightmost lane and be forced down Dyer Ave. and onto 10th Ave. A longer-than-usual backup at the traffic light near here allowed me the chance to spot it again today, and when I had pulled up to the light beneath it, I had my chance for a picture I'd long wanted to take.
Saturday, April 04, 2009
Friday, April 03, 2009
Yet another new route to work from the PATH -- Washington St. Along the way, Greenwich Village becomes the Meatpacking District, and only the West Side Highway is west of it. This little cobblestoned lane leads west into the highway, the Hudson and the setting sun of late afternoon.