Three-Hundred Twenty-Eight



November 25, 2016

I do not have any new stock of images right now because my focus (pun) has been on the training program with my new employer.  In addition to not having the spare time to get out there and continue the visual work I have been trying to conduct over the past year, I have also been slacking on trudging through the “to be edited” pile of photographs, and there are few things I like less than a long list of great photographs that I have yet to edit.

So here are a few words on some photos from October 6th while walking around the Flat Iron Building on 23rd & Broadway-


First off, when I saw this couple approaching me I smashed away at the shutter button while full of hubris not for me, but for them!

I do not know them.  I do not know where they are from.  And it is painfully obvious that they are not from here.  What we have here is a camera in the ready position around the neck with the tripod affixed for rapid-fire slow-and-steady shots of who-knows-what.  But alas, like so many others, the camera remains off while the cell phone is armed with the selfie-stick for street self-portraiture worthy of the travel gods!  His “significant other” is at the ready with the tourist guide in hand to be sure they do not miss any of the key attractions… conveniently placed on just about every corner of every block and also everywhere between in Manhattan.

But seriously-  I am not poking fun.  I am PROUD of them!  They know that selfie stick is not going to be in the picture as it is in real life!  The tripod and camera will not remain on the shoulder for the shot-  and he very well may know exactly what he is looking to compose on their vacation here in Manhattan.  He may be going for a wonderful time lapse of the people or traffic.  It is overwhelmingly possible that the small section of town they are in has a population greater than the city or town they call from.  They understand they have no idea where they are- but the trusty printed record is a remarkably great tool in keeping themselves centered and ensures the greatest of the great sites will not go amiss.

I am proud of them because I value memories, and I value people that feel the same way about it.  And I thank them because they helped me visually describe my opinion of photography in a particular way.


And all I had to do was turn to my right to catch this fellow on his way to work.


“Dress for the job you want, not for the job you have.”


Fig. A

All too often the bicycle lanes are becoming multi-purpose lanes.  Multi-purpose.  What a false dichotomy. There is no such thing as multi purpose.  There is only divided purpose.  In other words, a truck cannot park in a bicycle lane while a bicyclist simultaneously rides the bicycle in that lane.  Instead, the bicyclist must ride outside the lane and then return to it at a later point.  See Fig. A,  above.

Take up a lane of vehicular travel and park that rig.  All the motorists know we don’t approve of their existence, anyway.  : )




He moved so fast I didn’t even have time to grab focus!  As soon as I opened my camera bag he was on my lap!  I didn’t even have any food in there- but I guess he is used to the hospitality in Madison Park.


Big Bling- Martin Puryear

The fantastic thing about NYC’s Art in the Park projects are that we do not necessarily need to know exactly what the piece is, or represents, or what it means in order to appreciate its existence.  I much rather have art created locally by local artists than the cache of made in china nonsense that covers the walls of Ruby Tuesdays.  (Do they still do that?)

There is so much value in personal expression, and you can be sure that this sculpture is the most beautiful sculpture the artist has ever created because it was judged to be good enough to be on display in the center of Madison Square Park.  His name is affixed and it is a tangible piece that he can display to friends and family.  In one step, just about all of Dale Carnegie‘s principles were bestowed on this man.  How great is that?


Every picture, with the exception of this last one, were all taken within about three hundred feet of each other.  Isn’t that something?  You can lose an entire day in a one block area if you have the time.  There is truly so much to see in NYC.  It is daunting.

And then, there is this shack that seems other-worldly amongst the high rises of Manhattan.  This is on 28th Street and just east of Madison Square Park.  This shanty looks like it is falling down… but you know what Realtor’s say, “Location, location, location!”

I haven’t looked it up, but I bet if we blindly walked in to buy that parcel we would be sorely mistaken if we thought it would sell for a penny less than the upper seven digits.  Probably closer to the low eights…


It is valuable because more people are trying to make it in here than anywhere else in the world.



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