This one was a serendipitous shot. After having to take Atticus round the dog park in Washington Square the sun had all but set and there was a taxi with its lights on full beam shining right through the other denizens of the area, the manual settings from the dog park were still dialled in and this is the resulting photo.
Looking down from our apartment as the sun sank lower in the sky there were all kinds of cool shadows going on this avo. This pic’s not on Flickr (yet), when it arrives there I’ll probably stick with the uncropped portrait version.
Ideally at some point this autumn a herd of camels will pass so I can try and duplicate this shot:
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Joe off of Flickr passed on a meme on the facebooks:
15 Albums in 15 Minutes
The rules: Don’t take too long to think about it. Fifteen albums you’ve heard that will always stick with you. List the first fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes.
It was the style at the time.
Reminds me of festivals, campfires and endless summers in deepest, darkest Somerset.
1st year at university. Ubiquitous but brilliant. Nothing like it has been produced since.
Other than Santana’s collaboration album, Supernatural. This was our year in Seville’s soundtrack.
Love the guitar, tunes and especially the lyrics of all these. Brutal it is, but I love how it simultaneously celebrates and rubbishes its subject matter. Sarah Nixey’s got a fine voice on her too.
I get all kinds of crap for liking Shakira. But face it, she’s a thousand times better than Kylie. And her gig in Guadalajara three years was one of the best I’ve been to. There. Argument settled.
The first Smiths album I bought (1992). And it’s an excellent primer…
Paranoia, sado-masochism and violas never sounded so good.
Choose any track off this one, any of em. Gold.
Still my favourite Cure album. I’m all about the minimalist production.
Jamaica? Nah, she went by herself.
Best album of the noughties for my money.
Spanglish soundtrack to Guadalajara 1998.
Did you see that image on the interwebs the other day. It was a poster like this that said ‘Have you seen this poster’ and the tear-off strips at the bottom all said ‘Yes’.
Black and white candids around NYC is all well and good, but you can’t beat the honest to goodness colour and warmth of Mexico. Matey here made a fantastic lonche. I promised to give him a copy of this photo the following week but due to gastric unpleasantness beyond my control I didn’t get a chance.
Yet another reason to go back 🙂
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Just wondering how square images would look with the new transmogrified landscape template. Two posts in one day! Good times.
Another one from last Saturday’s photowalk round Chinatown. Phwalk? No. That sounds ridiculous.
I went on a photo meetup on Saturday- intro to street photography. I didn’t learn a huge amount, but it was a new area of town and nice folks. Travelling with a pack of paparazzi emboldens (if that’s a word) you to step out of your comfort zone a bit and take closer shots of folks. Here’s some folks playing cards in Chinatown on a balmy afternoon.
It just dawned on my I haven’t made the New York category link yet… so I’ll hold off on new biggapple pix until I get round to that particular item.
This one’s from a wander down to the beach a couple of weeks ago on Sally’s birthday and our anniversary. Lovely light, lovely location. DrSita paddled and I got my trainers wet by accident.
10 days in and I’ve finally got round to updating this blog. Managing a curious schipperke and a pentax with manual focus in the big city is proving harder than I though.
Here’s a pic from a block from where we’ll be living for the forseeable future.
The sunsets the last few days have been stunning. Huge storm clouds, red-tinged light, and all at the perfectly acceptable hour of about 9pm. It’s been raining a fair amount too, but the good, Mexican, kind of rain that soaks you to the skin in 30 seconds but is as warm as a heated swimming pool. An hour or two later and other than the occasional missing road, everything’s back to normal. Love it.
Anyway, this ain’t a sunset, but a quick snap of the sky while walking Bolo the Beagle in the tapatÃan afternoon.
Nada con exceso…
All adverts for alcoholic drinks in Mexico have to have a government safety warning on them somewhere. Corona has gone with ‘Todo con medida’ literally ‘All with measure’. There doesn’t appear to be any law on the relative size of the warning to the rest of the ad though.
This was taken after a rainy morning stroll through Tlaquepaque a lovely neck of the woods. Still loving it here.
We went to the Luchas last night… Normally in the Coliseo de Jalisco they don’t let you take cameras in. In the F Bolko they were much more forgiving, I only wish I’d brought more lenses and an external flash. The camera’s beside the point though because it was another fantastic evening of flying masked men, beers and shouting nonsense.
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We’re being treated like royalty here in Guadalajara by Mario and Ange, and all we seem to need to do to repay the favour is take the occasional photo of the very photogenic Bolo the Beagle… Read More “Bolo”
I have to admit I’d been scared of the NY idea for quite a while. It seemed a bit too much like London- an enormous place full of people sucking money out of your pockets while you dithered about with a map trying to get from one tourist trap to another without getting mugged. After two days here I reckon that while there are definitely parts of the island just like that, we’ve lucked out and are in a great location where everything’s walkable, people seem friendly and there are proper, normal, shops and restaurants. Hellz, there’s even a Trader Joe’s about 10 blocks away. Just a question of training Atticus to understand the command ‘Charles Shaw’ to get him to retrieve the occasional bottle of 2-buck Chuck.
The apartment seems bigger than when we viewed it a month ago and with all our familiar charity shop/ikea furniture and knicknacks in place I’m really looking forward to living/ working here… This was the 1st time we had professional movers do it (because it’s a prohibitively expensive process). Basically on Monday two Ecuadorian blokes turned up with a huge lorry and more cardboard boxes, sellotape and packing materials than I’ve seen during our last 10 moves combined. They methodically swept through the house wrapping, stuffing and carting all our stuff into the van til about 6 hours later nothing was left except for us two, our suitcase and 10 months worth of schipperke fur. We did a final clean of the place, then headed round a friend’s house who made one of the best paella’s I’ve ever had for a farewell meal… next morning, we drove to Portland, left the car in storage, taxi’d it to the airport, flew to La Guardia, then ‘supershuttled’ it to our new quarters where the Ecuador dream team were already unloading our boxes.
It’s the 18th floor (the 17th floor in real money). Out of 30 or so. But the lift is very fast. The view is impressive… There’s a Picasso sculpture out side the entrance… we’re between Greenwich Village and Soho. Everyone seems to have a dog, and they all seem a bit better trained than ‘Cus for urban living. That’ll be a project.
Brunswick had more unsecured wi-fi networks than this area mind. I thought that at least one of the 40 odd available networks in this here skyscraper would connect us to the tubes. Mais non. So I’m typing this in a text editor and shall copy and paste it onto the webs when I get to Think Coffee, the nearest caffeine and wifi emporium. No point in getting internet installed before we bugger off to Guadalajara for a month and half tomorrow is there. That said, with no internet, no dog and no telly, productivity is through the roof.
Highlights this week:
Farewell to Maine and Maine-based peeps
NY Restaurants: Dojo, Tartine, and that Indian one.
The Lomography shop
Rediscovering NPR
Pain-free move
Translating this Oaxacan knicknack would require too much explanation of the ins and outs of Mexican wrestling, but I loves it. “Work hard, play hard” would be near it but doesn’t capture even a fraction of the colour…
Anyroad, just a note to say that any minute now the internets are getting cut off to this here house and we’re moving to NYC, then on Friday, Guadalajara for 6 weeks or so, then L.A. for a week, then back to NY, NY… shall be something of an adventure. My new zip code resolution (to coin a phrase, nay, a tradition) is to update this blog a bit more often. So let’s see how that goes. If you don’t already subscribe by RSS, and would like to be emailed whenever new ramblings find their way to this site, please sign up for email updates here:
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Maine’s been grand. I’m going to miss the folks and the ample, accessible, countryside and coast. We’ll be back… A bientot, folks.
It took a while, but I just got sent a copy of the book where some of my photos are being used. Chuffed is what I am.
Takes me back to the last time I used one of these machines 5 years ago… Wish they were transparent so you could see what’s going on inside.
