Some of these photos are from my lunchtime walk today in Chelsea, Manhattan, NY.  Howie and I walked south from 35^th Street along 7^th Avenue to 18^th Street and back uptown on 6^th Avenue.  A couple are from my recent vacation in Barcelona, Spain. 

When I got back to my cubicle, after my lunch time walk, I looked at my first couple of stories posted on Photographica back in Jan, 2006.  I remember not being able to sleep after posting the first few stories, worrying that no one would comment or no one would like my photos or writin style.  I read a couple of my old stories and realized how much fun it was back then. 

So here we go, coming at you from the old school, talkin blues, in the style of 2006.

 

People talkin behind my back, gossip is I've been just Sliding By.

 

They scream "You're Chained."

 

Shouting I'm just a  Caricature of my former self.  

 

I don't bother replyin, Why waste Wisdom. 

All I need is Inspiration, don't want flack.

 

The site looks excellent Cory.

 

From the island of Capri, in the Gulf of Naples.

Capri Gate 

Couple of photographers on the boardwalk.

Photographer 2 

Photographer 1 

And Trinity Church's Pipe Organ using a third party viewer.

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Cory, this took two passes to take hold.

 

 

First one is from Manhattan and the rest are from Brooklyn.

Signs

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We eat home made sandwiches for lunch so we have time to stroll, everday, except for Friday.  Come Tuesday, we start talking up where we'll eat this Friday.  It's never too early in the week to think about Friday's lunch. On Friday we eat out at the small inexpensive delicious out of the way restaraunts.  Usually there are three to five people, but today it's just me and Howie.  We don't settle for the status quo restaurants.  I keep a photo journal of our meals.  Here's today's thin crust pizza, with fresh ingredients all around.  Five bucks gets you, two slices with a topping and a soda.  50 cents more gets one slice, a salad and a soda. Don't let those utensils fool yu, we don't use no stinkin utensils.

Fresh spinach, fresh cheese, thin crust

Mine - Popeye's Delight, Howie's - Magic Mushrooms

Still hungry?? Here's my journal.
Verra Thin Crust

Only one eye, but two photos, first is uncropped, second is cropped.

Jennette

Jennette Closer

I see a pattern emerging.  First it's doors and windows, now it's orange and red. The photos are from last week's lunch time walks except the first which is my walk home at night.  The photos are straight from the camera, no saturation required.

Red On the Coney Island Boardwalk

Orange On Seventh Avenue and 37th

Orange On 14th Street and 6th Avenue

Red at Bryant Park Spring Fashion Show

Thumb Red Making a Fashion Statement at The Show
Reminds me of the Hendrix lyrics, "She walks with a bell-clock round her neck
So the hippies think shes in with time"

Howie and I went to the Spring Fashion Show at Bryant Park a couple of times, to check out the um, ah, fashions.  Posting shortly.

I belong to another site where photos taken in NYC are posted and you guess where the photos are taken.  These are some of my photos.  Usually the photos are extremely difficult to guess and I can guess one out of thirty.

Brighton Beach Ave on my walk home tonight.

Castle Clinton Battery Park, inside tickets are sold to the Statue of Liberty Ferry.

Undisclosed Location Still Unguessed Courtyard

Sun Sign 44 on 32nd street off Park Avenue

Howie, Luis and I took the E train downtown during lunch to get a feel of the Ticker Tape Parade.  To watch this parade from the sidelines, people start lining up at 6-7AM and they close the streets to pedestrians at 9AM, so we only can get to one block away from Broadway.  Howie and I have seen many ticker tape parades in the past, we know how to get close, but today we settle for a far view.

The first three photos show how narrow the Canyon of Heroes is.  The Canyon of Heroes is Lower Broadway from Battery Park running past Wall Street to City Hall. Broadway is an old indian path and was the stage coach route from NY to Boston as it is named in the Bronx, "Boston Post Road". The first three photos and the last one were taken last week. All the other photos are from today's parade

Ticker Tape Parade 2007 Giants

My brother and my two cousins are my oldest friends.  One of my cousins is my closest friend.  The four of us have seen it all.  Every year we take a photo of the four of us together.  

Here we are in 1960, my brother and I are wearing our cowboy PJs.1960 First Edition

If you number the above photo left to right 1 2 3 4, I am 4.

In the next photo we are 4 1 2 3

47 years later, at the Theater in Madison Square Garden celebrating my 50th birthday.

2007 Current Edition

Thanks for looking, hope you enjoyed them.  Thank you Lidljo.

There's a link in my profile under favorite photographers "MY DAD", where you can see all the photos.

Nostalgic - After thinking about this post last week I ran across several things that made me nostalgic.  I guess that's the definition of nostalgia, the same but different.  

The card board box I bought my sneakers in reminded me of how when I was a child we crafted a fort out of empty shoe boxes, cutting holes for doors and windows so our plastic cowboys and indians had places to hide out in.  Then I heard a man whistling  "Let It Be' and it took a second to recognize the tune and I thought back to days before everyone had a TV and my Uncle would take out his harmonica and we played "name that tune."

These photos contain things that are the same but are different.

Same But Different

My favorite photo of 2007

At the Coney Island, USA, Mermaid Parade on Surf Avenue.  This photo didn't talk to me, it didn't keep me up at night, it winked at me, then shyly smiled and chuckled.

Self Portrait

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Our Challenge

Why?

Our Loss

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Rainy mornings in Manhattan are peaceful, subdued and medatative.

Rainy Morning

Waiting for the Rain

Reflective Moment

Walking Between the Rain Drops

Night and Day – Ella Fitzgerald, Cole Porter

Like the beat beat beat of the tom-tom
When the jungle shadows fall
Like the tick tick tock of the stately clock
As it stands against the wall

Like the drip drip drip of the raindrops
When the summer shower is through
So a voice within me keeps repeating
You, you, you

Night and day, you are the one
Only you beneath the moon or under the sun
Whether near to me, or far
It's no matter darling where you are
I think of you
Day and night, night and day, why is it so

That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roaring traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you
Day and night, night and day

Under the hide of me
There's an oh such a hungry yearning burning inside of me
And this torment won't be through
Until you let me spend my life making love to you
Day and night, night and day