April 22, 2010
Evolution and KFC
Note: Did you know that the top 3 poultry producers provide 356,550,000 lbs of meat a year for us to eat? That's just the top 3. 356 MILLION pounds. Their business practices, animal rights issues and environmental issues are ALL in question and all have had multiple charges against them. The poultry and meat industries are horrible at best. I'm seriously thinking of being a vegetarian. Or, only eat what I can shoot, spear or catch.
April 20, 2010
Playing Chicken
April 18, 2010
Crappy weather and boring pics
April 15, 2010
Another beautiful, art filled day
I went to Phillips this afternoon to the pre-auction viewing of photographs. Room after room of great iconic photos. Hundreds of them. Auction estimates varied from a few thousand dollars to a quarter of a million for a Steichen. After that, my fellow art-loving friend Todd and I walked over to the Chelsea Hotel to see another show. It was in a room on the 5th floor which is something I've never seen before. A show in a hotel suite? Odd but interesting. Anyway, it was a cool show of 500 polaroids made by photographer Mikael Kennedy. These were beautiful photos taken between 1999 and 2009. Each one documenting a moment of his life and no two alike. They were for sale for $500 each. Most of the 3x3-inch original photos were mounted in little individual plastic sleeves on the wall in a line around the perimeter of the room at eye level. Some were grouped. It just happened to be opening tonight so I got to speak with him briefly. Nice guy, very interesting work. I have to admit, after leaving the show I wanted to pull out my SX70 and my Spectra and start snapping.
Walking down the art filled staircase, I put my camera over the rail and pointed it up. The Chelsea has so much history. Too much to write about so click on this link for some interesting info about the hotel.
April 14, 2010
Lights, blossoms and shoes
April 13, 2010
Beverages and snaps
April 12, 2010
Spring walk
Rear doors of a church in Chinatown
This evening's clouds
April 8, 2010
Kids, life questions and the hourglass
April 6, 2010
Trash & junk
April 5, 2010
Easter freak show
What a beautiful day in NYC. The weather was perfect. I started my day by going to the Easter Parade on 5th Ave. I'm not a parade person nor do I celebrate Easter but I was hoping to snap some photos of those wild hats that black women in Harlem are known for. They obviously stayed in Harlem today because the only people wearing hats at this parade were freaks. I stayed a short time and left. Ventured down to Little Italy and ate some great Italian food.
April 4, 2010
The wee hours
April 1, 2010
Wet and cold
Night before last I was walking to the E train on 23rd street. It was cold and spitting rain. Just before going down the steps into the station I noticed this older man standing alone on the corner, wet and motionless with a blank, vacant look on his face. I stepped under a restaurant's awning close by to watch him. He stood there, completely still for a few minutes, and then suddenly pointed a finger to the sky and started barking out strange growls and grunting noises. Sort of like the sounds Danny DeVito's character the Penguin made in Batman Returns. I started to walk away at least ten times but couldn't stop watching him. Partly out of concern, mostly out of curiosity. It was getting late and the temperature was falling and it began to rain harder. About an hour passed and he was completely soaked. As he growled and pointed, his pants began to fall down from being soaked and heavy. He tried to pull them up with one hand still pointing with the other. Two people approached him asking him to step out of the rain but he didn't even acknowledge them. At one point I asked myself, "We're both out in the rain, wet and cold. Even though he's disturbed he seems to be fairly content. Who's the crazy one here?" Finally, after an hour and 15 minutes, I called the police. They arrived 7 minutes later and tried to talk to him. He was off in another place and didn't respond. I spoke to one of the officers and told him that I was the person who called. They said they knew who he was and were calling an ambulance. He was suffering from Alzheimer's. As I walked down the steps to the train I could hear the siren off in the distance getting closer.