Do let us be tender.

Well, October was a rush, filled with up and down emotions, as per usual. Here we are strolling into the final months of 2017 - geesh. When I look back on the last few weeks there are some events that really stick out, and quotes I keep coming back to in my head…

 

“Come share the bubble love”

I’ve tried to create little projects for my photography to keep me thinking and looking for new and different subjects to shoot. The happenings and cityscapes of New York will always be a continual project, but outside of that I’ve been fascinated to take pictures at night. The idea actually stemmed while I was in LA and I’d love to do this someday back there, but I started the other week to take pictures at night. There is something so innocent about the night. It’s one of my favorite times of the day - the lights, the feel, the noises, the settling in, or in some cases, the preparing to go out… In LA, I’d drive past lone gas stations that had this ethereal lighting to them, or store fronts and restaurants with workers inside that was so idyllic. Ive started to notice on my walks home from work things I wanted to capture - Neon signs, lit up apartment windows, wet streets, street lights, strangers… taking pictures at night is definitely something I’m not great at, and takes a very different mindset for shooting given the lighting is SO different, but its challenging, and its new, so I’ve started to dabble in that. I’ve caught some shots just on my walk home for the most part, some in Soho and Downtown, but the other night I was walking through the city listening to music and strolled my way to Madison Sq Park. Of course I thought getting a picture of there ever so iconic Flat Iron building would be nice to have, but as I walked past Shake Shack I noticed a man making giant bubbles. Usually you catch these guys in the park midday with crowds of families surrounding them. But here, on this Saturday night, there were no crowds, but the man continued to make his bubbles. I’m not sure really why he decided to do it at night when it was dark, given the traffic is drastically lower, as I’m sure are the tips as well, but a part of me wants to believe he just really likes making bubbles and making people happy - like, this was his fun and relaxation for the night. He was very friendly and had a contagious laugh. I asked to get a few shots of him in action because the scene couldn’t have been more perfect: dark, under a park light, silhouetted... yum... Though I look back and the pictures don’t do the moment justice, I thought I had one or two ok shots. I had asked the gentleman if he had an email to send the photos to and he asked that I used his hashtag on instagram instead… I wont be posting there, but I’m “sharing the bubble love” here for my good man #UncleBubbles. 

“I can't see” 

My vision over the last few years feels like its gone from a gradual decline to a straight downhill spiral. I can’t read many signs at night until I’m 5 feet away. Anything far away blurs... and as I take my glasses off now the screen is even a little fuzzy. I’ve had some trouble with contacts in the past and have since ran out. I went to the doctor a few weeks ago to get a check up, and though the doctor says my sight isn’t that bad, just this slight blur really messes with my ego and honestly, is kind of a blow to my confidence. What, I’m not Superwoman? I’m not invincible and perfectly healthy…?… ANYWAYS - - while I was at the doctor, a woman stormed in, she seemed flustered and upset, like some altercation just happened prior, and said to the assistant “My glasses broke, can you fix them? I can’t see.” Now I’m not sure what happened, but the desperation in her voice saying “I can’t see” broke my heart. And it’s stuck with me and am not sure why. It feels so vulnerable and helpless. Sad. I am reminded to appreciate everything, always, even my fuzzy eye health because matters can always be so much worse...

 

“There is a shooting at Astor Place. I’m fine. I love you”

I don’t think I’ve been in New York when there has been a true terrorist attack. And on Halloween, there unfortunately was one that took place south on the West Side Highway. Very scary to imagine as this is such a main artery in the citiy's transportation system, but it is also such a throughway for bikers, runners, and many visitors taking in the riverside views. It’s extremely sad, and very frustrating to see these attacks happen and yet it feels like nothing is being done to try and prevent matters like this from happening again. Two days later, I walked into my office to start my day and checked my phone - immediately, I see text after text from co-workers saying there is a shooting by the office. Unbeknownst to me, but at the time of walking in a shooting happened about 15 minutes before I got to work. Thankfully this was not another terrorist attack, but still extremely heartbreaking and maddening when you hear the story about how someone mentally disturbed was able to get a hold of a gun and senselessly kill another human being. I sent too many “I’m fine” texts that week, but am very fortunate to have friends and family that care. I’m not sure what the solve is to all this chaotic killing, but somethings gotta give, effing something… 

 

 

What to say when you hear about Shalane Flanagan’s finish time… 

“Holy moly, that’s fast”. Just like this year. It’s November. NOVEMBER. And kicking off the month right is the New York City marathon. It is 100% inspiring to watch, and I highly suggest catching a race, even if you can’t catch the one here in the city. I tear up every. single. time. So many people of all shapes, sizes, ages, ethnicities, running for so many causes… it’s such a wonderful event. And is quite possibly the best weekend in the City, ever. We watched the runners enter 1st Ave right after they passed over the Queensborough Bridge. The energy there is electric. Brian and I reminisce on our races and this moment/feeling/view is truly awesome and definitely an energy lift after trekking over the (hardest) bridge (ever). Watching the race this year really gave me the itch to start running again. I feel like I’m getting into a solid routine with work, with living in Chelsea and adjusting to the location, but I have to admit, it has my running mojo out of whack just a bit. Sounds silly because the island is so small to begin with, but I used to be able to hop onto the West Side highway like it was nothing, or get to the Williamsburg bridge in the matter of a minute. Now, it takes about 5-7 minutes, which doesn’t sound like much, but throw in some intersections, construction, and tourists, and the timing it takes to get to a clear running path is further than I'm used to. I’m not complaining, but for some reason I have found this to be an excuse to not run, and am realizing that I need to stop making excuses and just hit the pavement. Maybe I’ll dust off my Strava and get back out there… eventually. 

 


 

“Is a wedding on a Friday a bad idea?”

Brian and I have begun to truly start looking at wedding venues. As exciting as it is, I didn’t realize how complicated it was going to be. I’ve always imagined a smaller wedding with a cozy reception at a favorite local restaurant and though we found a space in Williamsburg that checks all the boxes - the space is just a tad too cozy/small for comfort. After weeks of discussing where, and when and who - we have nothing nailed down still… It probably doesn’t help that I’m super indecisive to begin with, but everything is still up in the air. After digging on the internet, falling into one too many wedding video rabbit holes, I actually was able to turn up a gem. We checked the venue out over the weekend and it actually is perfect. We aren’t 100% set on the venue just yet though because none of the dates we are targeting are available at this place, but then I posed the question “Is a wedding on a Friday a bad idea?” The answer to that... I’m not sure is clear for us yet, but after a few weeks of mulling I’m sure we’ll land on the best decision for us, but in the mean time, the venue is quite dreamy and I had to take a few snaps of the space because I’m obsessed.

 

 

xx, always.