Me and the good doctor finally left Manhattan island for a bit on Sunday. Turns out we’re in the middle of “fall”. I can understand why people would live in Brooklyn. Sunlight gets to the street at times other than midday and they’ve got a lovely park. This here one has had a fair bit of post-processing, I was aiming for a watercoloury, vintage look and am happy with the result.
Having a video on the homepage is more hassle than it’s worth, so here’s one to replace it from Sunday’s early morning walkabout in Soho (which stands for South of Houston, as I’m sure you already knew).
Today’s pic (or, rather at my current publication rate… this month’s pic) is one that moves. Unless you’re viewing it in your email inbox… in which case please click here. I stopped at every road crossing and took a quick snap, along the route above, on the way to meet a friend I hadn’t seen since about 1990. Music’s the ever-wonderful Catatonia…
On Sunday evening we thought 8pm would be a good time to hit Trader Joe’s and beat the crowds before going to the cinema to catch The Social Network… Nope. TJ’s had two queues for the tills starting at the entrance. Then the the 8.15 showing was sold out. Union Square is not like Cooks Corner, Brunswick, ME… Anyway, we had a pair of pints instead. I had my camera with me so it wasn’t an entirely wasted trip and as you might have heard Atticus is holidaying at his grandparents’ for the forseeable future so there was no rush to get back home.
Matey here’s organisin’ his sauces. Not on Flickr yet… this is a sneak preview for you, dear email subscriber.
From another photo meet-up in Chinatown, this time a lot more low-key, just 10 or so people, which wasn’t quite so overwhelming for the locals. My new technique is sitting at the side of the road and just taking shots as they occur. Which has about a 5% success rate, but I’m a lot more comfortable with that than rushing up to victims and stealing their souls… One day there’ll be a meet up that isn’t in Chinatown.
Back to Maine for this one. Someone added it as a favourite on Flickr and it reminded me I hadn’t uploaded it here before and it’s one I’m well fond of. The sunset looks like a watercolour wash. Taken on the way back from the dog sled event way back when.
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.
