One a Day

Found some Star Kittehs on Broadway in Astoria.  Made me so happy I nearly crawled on the floor to get this.

 

 

So I’m going to preface this with: this is not a complaint.  I did not realize the disparity in how much space a guy needs in the medicine cabinet versus what a girl needs.  Its my razor against the world.

 

So I took a photo of a sculpture piece by a famous artist named Calder.  I got paid really well to take the photos that I took of this piece.  Which was instantly dwarfed by the fact that I was paid less than .1% of what the piece is worth.  Still a freaking great day though.

This is at least the fourth time I’ve had Will on here.  He just always finds himself in the best light.  And it probably doesn’t hurt that he’s one of the few of my coworkers that doesn’t run away when I go to take a picture of them.

Ted & Bun are new additions to the family, for me anyway.  They haven’t met Snoop yet, he’s still in a box somewhere.  That’s right I’m pushing thirty and talking about my stuffed animal on the internet.  I’m a sucker for Nostalgia.  (These are Robyn’s)

Dangerzone…Boom

 

 

Just blowing in the wind.

Someone threw out a perfectly good Vibromass.  What’s a Vibromass you ask? Watch this potentially NSFW YouTube video explain.  Its not really NSFW, but you may have some trouble explaining why you’re watching it.  Who knew they were still making these things:

Pretty sure I took this before, but this time its a double exposure.  That sort of counts right?

 

So I thought I had work at 3 pm today, like I have for just about every Tuesday for the llast 6 months or so.  Well I was wrong.  I didn’t have to be here until 6 PM.  This gave me all sorts of time to run errands(get a hair cut, go to home depot, get some coffee.)  I had so much free time in fact I had time to go to Senasqua Park in Croton-on-Hudson.  Haven’t been there in a few years.

My Dad used to take me there all the time when I was little.  There was this old tunnel that you had to drive through that was made back in 1912.  It was only wide enough to allow one car through at a time and only about seven feet tall. Because you could only fit one car through at a time, you had to blast your car horn the whole way through.  That was my favorite part.  It would make me laugh and smile wide, like this :D.  Every so often two people would try to come in the wrong way and you’d be stuck in a stalemate until someone backed out.

Today when I was walking through the tunnel I had a muddled memory of every time my dad and me would go there.

When you grow up around there, its really easy to forget how beautiful the Hudson River Valley is.  When I go back and look at these memories from my childhood, I often wonder why I was always in such a rush to get out.  As I teenager I hated where I was from.  With the exception of my core group of friends, everyone sucked and all I could think of is that there wasn’t anything to do but get a little fucked up, smoke cigarettes and drink coffee.

Now I’m almost thirty I live in (arguably) the greatest city in the world: the mass majority of people still suck and I’ve culled the number of people that I actually call friends.  I quit smoking and I barely drink.  And I work as much as humanly possible because I’m chasing dollar signs.  I’m really happy with my life, but I find I’m at my most peaceful when I’m surrounded by trees or the river.  I find myself needing to take a break from the city every few months, even if its just for a few hours to refill my tank.