Cupcake shops seem to becoming quite ubiquitous these day. Sporting views of fire escapes, neon signs, tree lined streets, and the Empire State Building, Little Cupcake Bakeshop features an orgasmic urban view. Being the pastry fan that I am, you definitely won’t receive any laments here, I do however, wish more decent donut spots were around.
I suppose, no matter the activity, there are always ways to innovate and increase productivity. I find myself wondering size of her (and many others I see) rake. Depending on how efficiently she can collect in an hour’s time, several times a week, she could very well have a more stable (tax-free, straight cash homey) income than the freelancing efforts of yours truly. Taken in Little Italy.
I will be the first to admit that I am not exactly a fashionable guy. I'm a person that keeps identical copies of the same (usually black in color) outfit for efficiency's sake.
There is however, one thing I do know. The slender guy on the left can pull off horizontal stripes, the hefty gentleman on the right, cannot. As a man who is somewhat circumferentially challenged, the fact that horizontal stripes add multiple reference points to your unflattering curves is instinctual. Then again, the sweat pants is highly indicative that he probably doesn't, in fact, give a shit.
If you are that person that wears horizontal stripes and shouldn’t and you still choose to ignore my plea, have a dose of color inversion.
Yeah, thought so.
Its been a while since I have left the city of New York to go anywhere. My duties don’t require much travel these days, but I have been wanting to venture out for some time. Available time has been in short supply, so I needed to go somewhere close, really close. Hoboken waterfront, here I come!
Meet the crew of the Hudson River Cruiser VULCAN III.
A Flickr acquaintance informed me that this used to be a pier that burned down in the early 1980’s
As someone who lives near Downtown Brooklyn, I am quite familiar with the Lower Manhattan skyline from the east, however, I am not used to this perspective. From here, get a different view of Gehry’s New York Building (8 Spruce Street), the Woolworth Building, the Financial District, and am actually able to see Battery Park City.
The Hoboken terminal itself. I would have liked to have gotten some shots of the interior, but it’s a somewhat camera-phobic, environment.
Overhead catenaries for the Hudson-Bergen Light Rail system and NJ Transit and Metro North trains.
Although this train was photographed in Jersey City, it was responsible for getting me to Hoboken Terminal.
We both eventually had to make the commute back to New York, our modes of transit however, were different.
The Ridgewood ‘skyline’ leads to way to the Midtown skyline; as seen from Palmetto and Seneca.
What can I say, I like to photograph and blog seedy looking auto body/repair/junk/salvage shops in overcast weather conditions. This one was taken at the corner of Metropolitan and Flushing Avenues, near the Brooklyn-Queens border.
Let the chumps fish from a pier, this is how real fishing is done. Taken in Far Rockaway.
I spend a large amount of time in the Western part of Queens, and have featured many parts of it on this blog. I rarely get the opportunity to make it out to the outlying areas of Queens to the east, so I feel like I have neglected some of the most interesting parts of the five boroughs here. This post is the beginning of an effort to rectify this situation. This shot was captured in the area known as Edgemere, on the Rockaway Peninsula, near Far Rockaway.
I was drawn to this street, for its quite a surreal site, even in some of the lighter density streets in New York City, to see something quite like this. The streets themselves are completely accessible by car. On one side of this area are a mix of residential neighborhoods and groups of new development, on the other, the Atlantic Ocean.
The Midtown Manhattan skyline from a sundial’s perspective. Taken from the Exchange Place waterfront on Jersey City.
Getting ready to start my morning commute, I was greeted by this, which is just begging to be photographed by yours truly.
When walking along, look down, sometimes you come across a treat. As seen next to a spent cigarette butt on a Bushwick crosswalk.
One sure fire indicator that you’re beginning to age, you lose touch with the finer nuances of modern vernacular. Another indicator, when you begin to express ideas by starting with “In my time” or “where I come from”. Well, in my time, the word “dope” was an insult or a reference to illicit substances.
Dope, as defined on Urban Dictionary. See definition #2.
As stated before, I rarely trespass to get my photographs, but that doesn’t mean I am never tempted. Taken from the 9th Avenue Station, along the BMT West End Line in Brooklyn.
Going to the subway station via a hazardous crosswalk occupied by psychotic Brooklyn drivers under a passing J train.
The Jackie Kennedy Onassis reservoir gets infused with a few different colors each year.
What can I say? Crosswalks provide a great framework for composing a shot. Taken near 33rd and 7th, across from Penn Station in Midtown.
During the month of June, I experimented with various processing techniques that tend to differ from my usual style of focusing and color.
There have been morning commutes where I feel as out of phase as this photo looks.
I don’t know about you, but I like my bridges with a side of eye strain.
An apocalyptic swarm arrives early and will chill in the East Village for another few months or so.
The New York Bay and ships from Sunset Park.
Reflective decoding architecture.
I strive to achieve a great subway electrical arc, but they are just as elusive as a great lightning shot.
Some remaining relics from the Brooklyn Navy Yard.
Taken on Metropolitan in the Fresh Pond area of Queens.
