Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Ward's Island
I was on my bike and took a spontaneous trip to Ward's Island, which I had never been to before. The island includes ball fields, mental institutions, drug rehab programs and many other things that I am still not aware of. More pictures here.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
open house new york
i was pretty half-assed about getting out to open house new york venues this year. i went to st. john's cathedral which is about five blocks away. i could probably go anytime but i know that they usually hit you up for a pretty hefty "suggested donation" and i thought this would be a good time to go and skip that (cheap, i know). i went at 2:30 with hopes of catching the 3:00 "vertical tour." when i asked, i was informed that the tour was limited to 10 people...TEN people. if you aren't familiar with the scale of open house new york, you can easily wait in line for 2 hours to get into someone's house...much less st. john's cathedral.
the next day i arrived at the arch in grand army plaza an hour and a half before they were scheduled to stop giving their version of a vertical tour and i was told that i was already too late.
this is one of my favorite shots from the lobby of the williamsburgh bank building (one hanson place...now being converted to condos).
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
back to nyc
this is a shot from the plane (obviously) as we headed back into newark. i don't understand flickr sometimes. it keeps stats of how many people see your photos. there are some not particularly impressive photos from sweden that have been seen around 20 times. this awesome (if i may) picture of manhattan that has only been viewed once! not to sweat myself but this is a great picture, no?
oh yeah...
i forget that there are stars for months on end...literally forget that they exist. this was a nice reminder.
another strange outcome of the non-polluted countryside was the warning i got to not be surprised if i felt really tired the first couple of days as my body adjusts to getting a much higher level of oxygen.
you know they're ready when...
got to meet the "neighbor" who lives on the other side of the lake from fanny's family's cabin. he was driving away from his house when we met him but was all too eager to show his recent hunting kills. he drove back up his curved driveway 300 feet in reverse and produced these birds from a sack in his shed.
when we asked him why they were sitting in his shed in a bag he replied that they were old birds and they needed to sit for about a week for the meat to become tender. we asked if the birds started to smell after a week and he replied (i kid you not): "yes! that's when they are ready - when they smell and...when they drip from the bottom." (complete with "ass dripping" hand gesture - the pause was only to make sure he was translating/explaining it properly).