“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”
― John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America
My mom and dad lived in Woodside Queens when I was born which is only a neighborhood or so away from where I’m living now in Astoria.
Apparently my Dad used to said that you could take a picture of the skyline everyday and get a completely different photo. I don’t plan on taking pictures from my roof everyday for the next 336 days, but I can’t promise I won’t go up there at least one or two more times. For the days when I’m stuck, and there are oranges and blues in the sky.
Anxiety
Like most of us living in the constantly connected age, I suffer from anxiety from time to time. Sometimes there’s a reason for it(bills, work, life) other time its just there serving as a reminder that we’re teetering on the edge of order and chaos.
I’m a worrier. I can find a reason to worry about anything. Things can be fine, and I’ll find a way to make it seem like everything is on the verge of collapse.
If I’m able to be logical(which is normally the case) I’m aware that I’m manufacturing a situation, and most of the time everything goes to a simmer instead of a full boil. Walks work. Runs are better. I pretend that coffee helps, but I’m perfectly happy ignoring that the caffeine is probably a catalyst for anxiety.
Anyway I went out to shoot long exposures at the Astoria Blvd NQ stop. I had to go up above because the highway sign was going to get in the way. Below you can see the perfectly pleasant long exposure of 278 and the Triboro Bridge(I have nothing but love for RFK, but we all know its the Triboro.)
The long exposure used for the main photo is not the same as the one below, and I felt like I had to include them both.
Trying to start cooking more. Seamless, although amazing, is ruining me. Why go to the grocery store and cook food when you can tap on a screen and fully cooked food shows up to your door? Mainly because whatever I order is slow poison, and a few more years of it I’ll be cleaning myself with a towel on a stick.
Messing around with a 30 second exposure. Only had one chance with it, but i’m ok with how it came out, maybe should have popped flash a few times, to make it a little less ghostly, also would’ve helped if it wasn’t on a white cutting board.
Apparently I have a thing with injured toes on tile floors? This one is my surfing injury. If you can call it that. I sort of rode three waves. At some point I wiped out and stubbed my toe on a rock. Tried to surf again in the afternoon and couldn’t stay up on my left foot because of this. At least that’s what I’m blaming it on. For now I’m calling it my temporary souvenir from Costa Rica.