A Perfect Circle

This is a big stained glass piece at the Natural History Museum in LA.
Their display of animals were done really nicely and was kept up too. I feel like the one in NYC is certainly superior but they don't clean their displays like in LA.
The museum itself was a bit boring but then again...it's a museum.

Happy 100th-ish Post!

Some time about 6 entries ago I hit my 100th post.
This year will mark a new beginning.
The year of the snake is coming to show us how to shed our old skin and start fresh again.
Thank you.

I Love you.

Sandy

Sandy came to NJ and took the power with her. She smote a tree and with it went the transformer. The deafening distinct boom sounded as the windows flashed in an impossibly white light. Taking away with it, all the lights in the house.

No one dares touch the thing. It's just laying there on the street. I remember a liquid or oil of some sort coming from the transformer itself. The tree fell completely over the street, blocking any traffic. This photo is a couple of days after the storm when a crew came and cut the tree into small pieces and neatly placed them on the side of the street. This was the beginning of 9 days without power or heat.
But at least a roof over my head and everyone safe and sound.

The black and white shows the sawdust beautifully, making a sweet finely detailed texture.
I hope you're all recovered from Sandy. She was a real bitch wasn't she? 

Deepest Depths

This was somewhere in Park Slope, Brooklyn. The southern part, where some call Dark Slope.
It was a cold cold COLD afternoon. You see how beautiful the sky is? Yet, in contrast the buildings below are completely dark and featureless. Only the bold outline of a building is captured.
It's like the sky sucked away its warmth and left it a colorless rigid shape.
Body heat fleeing to join the brisk relentless winds playing with the marble sky.

How can skies this beautiful cast upon us shadows of the deepest depths?

Hermes might say...
Did you forget dude?
As Above. So Below.

Change

To change with change is the changeless state.

-B. Lee

Mumford and sons

So love the one you hold
And I will be your gold
To have and to hold
A Lover of the Light 

And in the middle of the night
I may watch you go
There'll be no value in the strength
Of walls that I'll have grown
There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown

But I'd be yours if you'd be mine

Over the Fence. Never On

   Often times when I walk around the city I point my camera in any which way. Steady it, and shoot.
Actually I shoot like this anywhere. But it's particularly effective in the city. NYC is so jam packed with...well EVERYTHING. You often overlook beauty and interesting lighting because there is just so much going on around you. There's only so much your eyes can process at once. This is why I use the random. Or better yet, embrace it. Whatever may come.
   Don't over think it. Don't over analyze it. Because it separates yourself from your work.
Now, of course that doesn't mean you can flail your arms around with a camera in your hand and you'll get a great shot. Believe me I've tried. It's not very interesting o_O.
I have my own method. And it's pretty simple. I look for places where light is dancing.
No matter how mundane or seemingly uninteresting that certain spot is, I'll shoot it. The cupboard. The bedpost. This fence. Anything. Perhaps the light is dancing in celebration of conquering darkness another day. Or maybe they're going to have Chuck-e-Cheese for dinner. I don't know. Regardless! The light is dancing! It's fucking magic.
   And now, here is me looking up one day under a Manhattan fence. And there I saw the light dancing.

TC and the Leg Lamp

Nuff' said. This is Top Cat himself with the leg lamp from A Christmas Story. Click to enlarge.

Tropicalication

Tropicality