After a day of NYC tourist activities with my friends Amber, Eric and their daughter Sophie the best photos came at home horsing around.

I enjoyed writing in my last blog (still on here just in another section) about my transition back to New York, speaking to some serious heartache and journaling about the business.  But I don’t want to write about any one thing regularly either. Or feel like I have to as that is the blog I created.

So.  I think I will continue posting photos but when I feel inclined I will attach a story/anecdote that goes along with it. The other night I was in the park and I saw for the first time in years FIREFLIES.  Poetic thoughts abound when standing in Central Park alone surrounded by fireflies.  Would have been fun to document the experience.

Earlier that day I found myself on the corner of 79th and 2nd waiting for a pizza delivery with a friend.  She had bought a groupon for this fantastic pizza but you could not pick it up at the restaurant (we tried) and could not have it delivered to an apartment.  Only on the corner of the street.  When we got there we saw multiple pizza boxes in the trash as people had been standing on the corner accepting pizza deliveries all day.  Something else I would have liked to photograph.

There is only one fly in the ointment to my plan and that is taking my camera everywhere with me.  Not the easiest when you are already carrying the rest of your life too.  Going to see what I can work out.  I like the idea of this.  Who knows what I will end up documenting when I have my camera with me.

I like the challenge of finding something interesting in every shot.  This was taken in the dungeons of the subway where it was hot and sticky and bustling with nervous energy.  This guy was going for it song after song after song.  Was pretty great as it seemed he just felt like dancing, so he did.  Wasn’t trying to put on a show.  Didn’t know the drummer.  Just having a good time.

All I had was my point and shoot and under the street there tends not to be much light or the light tends to read orangey.  So I took a couple rapid succession to see what I could get and then had a blast transferring it.  I don’t know what this reads to anyone else but to me despite the poor quality it translates the gritty underbelly of the city and the fearless expression many people carry with them where ever they go. And the community really.  This drummer does not know the dancer yet they danced in unison.  Was lovely.

After the wedding photos I did last month for my girlfriend I received feedback that I should do wedding photography. My heart stopped just thinking about it.  Seeing my girlfriend get a second chance and seeing the life in her daughter.. it was all very creatively conducive  to the way I like to work.  The idea of people hiring me to take a particular shot though.  I have no idea if I could get it.  So photography as a means of income was something I hadn’t considered.  Maybe, just maybe, I will open up to the idea of working more with prints.  Who knows?  Why not!

Tonight as I got off the subway at 86th and Lex just before midnight it struck me how populated it was.  People were coming and going as if it were three in the afternoon.  Was pretty wild.

New York is dope.. even if the UES isn’t.  Although.. sometimes I question whether I have the stamina for it.  Then I come home and work on my photos from bed listening to my Moby “God Moving Over The Water” mix and I feel all good again.

This photo makes it into my top 10 favorites of all time.  I see so much in this photo. Youth, the spirit of my girlfriend’s daughter, my love for the process and the moment.  Love. Click to enlarge

In going through favorites and working to learn the ins and outs of turning images monochrome I am having a blast.  I am delighted to discover some of my images I like MORE in black and white. Although.. I am noticing a trend that the photos I end up liking are often the photos I had muted in color to begin with.  I am sensing this is something I am going to be enjoying for years to come.

Sometimes I feel like this photo

I found the parking lot more interesting than the cafe itself.. although our waiter was wild.  A 60 (or so) year old sweaty gentleman with a braid down his back who informed us, among other things, that many a Parisian lady try to fly him back to France due to his baby blue eyes:)

I am having a love affair with this photo.  I have no idea if it is good but I don’t care.  I think it is the wonder I get when I look at it.. the questions that come to mind as to who lives here and how they spend their days.

That being said I am not sure it is even worth looking at in small form.  If you are here and checking this out be sure to blow it up (just click on pic).  The short version doesn’t translate.

I intended to go to the MOCA at the Geffen today.  Got there. Parked. Was Closed.

Not to leave an afternoon downtown to waste I drove around.

The photo is my desktop.  Photoshop is the boxes all around it..

I am used to learning programs by just using them but I don’t think that’s going to fly with this one.  When I went to bring a photo in to the app to play with I couldn’t access any!

Thrilled to have photoshop.  Frustrated that I am unable to use it right away. Reminds me of when I was a child first learning to play tennis.  Drove me crazy that I could not just hit the ball.