today is the end to memorial day weekend. a very special holiday for those of you who have loved in the military or who have served in the armed forces themselves. for the rest of us, its a 4 day weekend, allowing more time to fill your belly with beer and, as was the case for me this weekend, strudel.
usually too obsessed with ingratiating myself to the latin community to notice there are such things as other cultures, i happened upon a group of eatern blockers celebrating at the beer garden in astoria. i sampled the local fair, meaning sausage, beer, and desserts with names i cannot pronounce. it was an experience worthy of the trek out to queens, and it made me wonder why it had been 4 years since i had patronized this fine establishment.
i cannot include the smells or sounds of the experience, but here are some of the visuals.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
when i was a little girl, i showed a passion, and hopefully talent, for visual arts. i took these inherent, built in factors, and cultivated them into a career. to my understanding, this is what people do. they take their god given talents, add some hard work and dedication, and create a working life for themselves.
so i am confused.
tonight, while journeying back to northern manhattan and snail-like speeds in may showers that i suppose are bringing june flowers, i pondered a question that begs many of us that live in new york, or other metropolitan areas where owning cars are not the norm:
why is it that the worst possible drivers in the world inevitably become cabbies?
it doesn't make any sense to me. its not just foreigners. its not just careless men. its purposely bad drivers who think that the rpm needle is supposed to dance around the dial and that the gas and the break pedals are in fact just a well masked video arcade game where you mimic the dance movements till your hot and sweaty and absolutely no tickets are dispensed.
i beseech you, does anyone have an answer?
discuss amongst yourselves...
Sunday, May 9, 2010
like spending some qt alone.
I have been so swamped these days that i have not been "traveling" or really shooting for myself. On the train ride home today after a few hours of laborious work editing photos of America's favorite past time, I chose to take a few subway shots. This led to a man asking if I was a film student, so it was all worth it...