This is before I started to take pictures of the pretty soap in the store.
A spanish lady came up to me and said "Please no take picture in store".
I replied, "But it's just soap...".
"Please no take picture in store".
"But it's JUST SOAP".
She looked at me a little funny.
then I said, "Ok ok I'll stop, I'm sorry".

Photography gets me in trouble.
I like that.

Carnie Dragon

aawww man, I found another great picture from the Carnival that came to town.
I guess they are rides of some sort...
They frighten me.
I just don't trust a Dragon, magical or not, that looks like that.

You know what was the best thing about the Carnival?

Deep Fried Oreo's.

Delicious and warm pieces of sweet death.
::drools::

Relax, have a seat.

This...
This is a chair.
I know..it's just a chair.
I just read a book, called the Celestine Prophecy.
It reminded me of just how amazing and beautiful the world is.
It brought me back to my childhood, when everything was new to me. I can vividly see the beauty in things uninterrupted by the worries of our society.
Cellphone. Rent. Work. Insurance. Cars. What might someone think of me. Ego. Control. Facebook. Myspace. Television. Internet.

The sky used to be bluer when I was a child.
maybe my eyes have just grown darker.



>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
The Celestine Prophecy is a fictitious adventure story.
About insights and realizations of the self and the universe.
at least...it was for me.

-Y

Kalmia

wrought iron sky

The NYBG Rose garden is always nutritious for your eyes.
Even out of season.

Walking from the top of the stairs that are seemingly carved out of a giant boulder, a garden in a perfect circle is panoramically sprawled below me. I can't help but sigh every time I see this view. The rose garden usually marks the end of my trip here. Not out of choice, but out of coincidence.
There is an ornate gazebo centered in the carefully planned architecture of the garden. Standing in the center of it all gives you a sense of feeling one with the rose garden.
I tilted my face up under the gazebo, eyes closed soaking in the rays of the sun. The gazebo provided just enough shade in its geometric detail, to spare me from squinting when I opened my eyes. The rose garden felt one with the universe, and for a short moment everything was everything, and I was its eyes. Observing myself.

a flow of mustard bright yellow garments flash in the distance.
An expression of amusement slowly wrinkles in my face, and what I was witnessing was a video shoot of some sort. A man and woman dancing in bright colored garb, dancing like they do only in Indian Bollywood films.

I can see that some visitors are gazing up into the sky, furrowing their brows in concern.
Droplets of rain appear in the gravel walkways, and again the rose garden marks the end of this trip to the Botanical Garden.

<<<<<

go check out the New York Botanical Garden, if you haven't already.

Just cus I can.

Since I really love how this photo came out..I'm going make it big.
it's prrty.
And I'm going to start doing more experiments with this.
stay tuned.
attuned.

Whoaa!!

Now...isn't that so much nicer?!
I know all 10 of you who have visited this site were wondering, why are the pictures so damn small?! I could see the lot of you gnashing your teeth in frustration...but in reality you were most likely just shrugging and going about your business.

well, here it is.

Now...if you want any of my previous pictures enlarged and posted on my site, please go right ahead and ask me.

aaaaah, this is much nicer.

-Y

Peeing.

Bathroom Wall, originally uploaded by TokyoTImeFlickr.

It's a good thing this picture isn't a person peeing.
Though if it were, I bet I would attract alot of attention, and readers. Cus there are alot of sick people on the interwebs.

Instead, this is a bathroom wall.
This was what I saw while I was peeing in Brooklyn somewhere...
The venue was called Good Bye Blue Mondays and I've been there numerous times to listen to music. A nice friendly venue with a trailer park trash-esque feel.

Backyard

Backyard, originally uploaded by TokyoTImeFlickr.

I really enjoy the contrast of color in this photo.
The colors seem old, rusty, and unkempt...just like this backyard.
This is where you end up when leaving from the backdoor of the Paul Vincent Art Gallery in Hoboken.
Being from the suburbs, I'm not too used to sights like this.
I found it...strangely alive with weeds and grasses growing out of crevices and mysterious cracks. I also felt something about it was beautiful in its years of neglect. Like the sincerity and innocence of a neglected,socially inept child.

Carnie Rides.

Carnie1, originally uploaded by TokyoTImeFlickr.

The Carnival came to town.
the CARNIVAL CAME TO TOWN!!
I watched fireworks, and took pictures of wonderfully mad carnie-folk.
Actually I found myself strangely self conscious about taking pictures of the Carnie-folk. I felt as if I was taking a picture of an animal at the zoo,
or a Freak at the circus.
I spotted an obvious Carnie. Wheel-chair bound and scraggly. Neon glowsticks dangling from his neck . I found myself walking straight up to him with a smile on my face, of which he clearly had no intention on returning.
I grew wide eyed with expectation, clenching my camera. Then as quickly as I had made a decision to take his picture, I changed my mind...and kept walking past the man's menacing gaze.

I wonder how he is doing. Maybe somewhere far away in these lands, he is creeping someone else out with his menacing eyes.