I posted this intersection from across the street back in December, but here it is from this corner. The only things I do not love about taking pictures of NYC in the rain are the effect on my hair and the constant need to wipe off my camera lens.
Children seem to wander the streets of NYC at much younger ages than I was allowed to go anywhere without an adult when I was growing up. On a subway platform this same day, two children (not the two pictured) walked toward me while whispering to each other. When they passed, one walked in front of me while the other walked behind me. Then they looked back at me and stared before walking away, leaving me wondering if this was why so many people stood against the wall. It looked dirty over there. New York is dirty. It’s awesome and great for fun photography, but it makes me want to wash my hands.
The two subway children didn’t steal anything, if you’re wondering.
Not a tattoo shop, but something I came across in New York that is certainly a bit outside “proper” society. (Fuck proper society.) I didn’t go inside, but then, I’ve gone inside very few of the subjects on this site. And actually, I just looked the place up and it turns out they had already gone out of business when I passed by. It’s turning into a place that specializes in hot wings. How boring.
It’s really fucking cold,* and I’m mildly sick. I want Spring, and I want it now.
*Complaint made despite the fact that I once spent two years living in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, where 10 degrees is a gorgeous fucking winter day. I like Edmonton. I also like that Edmonton has a lot of indoor, heated walkways so that the trip from dorm to coffee required about 45 seconds of time outside.
Two thoughts:
1. They have cupcakes for a neighbor. I don’t know if they’re good cupcakes, but they are cupcakes.
2. Why is that guy a Cowboys fan? This is New England.
When struggling, tilt the camera. I think this captures the uneventful life going on in this plaza, but right next to the tattoo shop is a place where one can take pole dancing lessons. So there was something interesting here after all.
This is the first time I’ve used a posed shot for this blog, but it’s also the first time someone has offered. Usually people look at me like I’m working for the feds. Haha. This guy knew the owner and was friendly. I approve.
The sun was being obnoxiously bright on this day. Stupid sun.
I like looking at people in their cars. Being in a car is a weird cross between being out in public and being in your own locked space, and people’s behavior while driving more often seems influenced by the “own locked space” aspect than not. This guy is having some kind of private conversation on his cell phone (while driving, probably badly), and also having his picture taken. Ta-da.
I like Portland, Maine. I like Maine. Maine is New England’s manliest state. It’s a Cabela’s state. That’s how manly it is.
Hallowed Ground was previously posted, but this photo has a guy on a skateboard and a police car.
This is Providence Tattoo (already posted) from the other side. Sometimes I like more than one shot of a place. (Sometimes I don’t like any.) Sometimes my SD card isn’t handy.
A little extra taste of Thayer st. won’t hurt. (This is actually Angell st., but it’s about 15 seconds off Thayer, which is home to a cool indie/foreign movie theater, lots of restaurants, the Brown University bookstore, some bars, some coffee shops, and a place to get crepes. Crepes are awesome.)
