Posts Tagged ‘travel’

Watch your thoughts…


“Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch your actions; they become habits. Watch your habits; they become character. Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.” -Frank Outlaw

From the entrance to the Socrates Sculpture Park in Astoria, Queens “Promenade” by Robin Rhode. I love this piece!

This quote is speaking to me right now in how our thinking truly shapes the outcome of our lives. Happy Friday and enjoy the weekend!

Be who you are and say what you feel…

manandcity_Adriana Farmiga_cenotaph.jpg

“Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.” – Dr Seuss

This photo was taken at the Socrates Sculpture Park in Astoria, Queens. The sculpture in the photo is called “Cenotaph” by Adriana Farmiga and it’s wonderfully deceiving. On either side is the back of the man, there is no front – so while he looks as if he is staring across the water, if you walk around to the “front” he appears to be staring at the rest of the sculpture garden. I loved how unexpected this was!

You can tell I’ve been negligent in processing photos as the trees are bare, spring had not yet hit when I took this photo and it was an interestingly gloomy day. I’m glad the sun is back and the warm breezes and the luscious leaves on my favorite tree.

Be steeped in the light of them…


“Shut your eyes, wait, think of nothing. Now, open them … one sees nothing but a great coloured undulation. What then? An irradiation and glory of colour. This is what a picture should give us … an abyss in which the eye is lost, a secret germination, a coloured state of grace … loose consciousness. Descend with the painter into the dim tangled roots of things, and rise again from them in colours, be steeped in the light of them.” -Paul Cézanne
Photos from the inside of the PepperMill Casino in Reno, Nevada

The very meaning of one’s soul…


“There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one’s self, the very meaning of one’s soul”  Edith Wharton

Another song, another mile…


“Wiser Time” – The Black Crowes
No time left now for shame
Horizon behind me, no more pain
Windswept stars blink and smile
Another song, another mile
You read the line every time
Ask me about crime in my mind
Ask me why another read song
Funny but I bet you never left home
On a good day, its not every day
We can part the sea
And on a bad day, its not every day
Glory beyond our reach
Seconds until sunrise
Tired but wiser for the time
Lightning 30 miles away
Three thousand more in two days

I took this picture the other day by the Fairway Market in Brooklyn – it was freezing and my gloveless hands rushed to take the photo before turning to ice. Spending most of my time in the city, the water and especially a beautiful red boat are an unusual and welcome sight. I miss living by the water – there’s nothing more calming than the sea. 

Places all have their own characters….

“Places all have their own characters, and returning to a city where you have lived before is like coming home to an old friend. But the people begin to look the same; the same faces recurring in cities a thousand miles apart, the same expressions. The flat, hostile stare of  the official. The curious look of the peasant. The dull unsurprised faces of the tourists. The same lovers, mothers, beggars, cripples, vendors, joggers, children, policemen, taxi drivers, pimps. After a while one begins to feel slightly paranoid, as if these people were secretly following from one town to another, changing clothes and faces but remaining essentially unchanged, going about their dull business with half an eye slyly cocked at us, the intruders.”   (From Chocolat by Joanne Harris)

Broadway Station, Astoria, Queens

Effect created using action “Old Toy Camera” by Smaragd

Inclusion in Schmaps Niagara Falls Guide…


This is a photo I took at the Butterfly Conservatory in Niagara Falls. I was there with my husband to celebrate our 2 year wedding anniversary. The conservatory was amazing – I expected butterflies behind glass windows and in reality they were flying all around you, landing on shoulders and bringing about smiles and laughter from even the toughest character.
Thank you Schmaps for including me in their Niagara Falls Guide (and previously in their Portland Guide)!

When I have looked Life in the eyes…



When I have
ceased to break my wings 

Against the
faultiness of things, 

And learned
that compromises wait 

Behind each
hardly opened gate, 

When I have
looked Life in the eyes, 

Grown calm
and very coldly wise, 

Life will
have given me the Truth, 

And taken
in exchange–my youth. 

Sara Teasdale 

I spent most of yesterday in New Jersey taking photos for a job I am working on. I took this shot of the skyline view just before I left to go home. Wouldn’t it be nice to see this out your window all of the time, especially when the sky is sunny (and the weather warm enough to actually stay outside and enjoy it).

I loved taking the trains out to the various locations I was shooting at – it’s definitely my preferred method of transportation and I was completely satisfied looking out the window, watching the world go by. 

*Effects of image created using Dave Jaseck’s “Midnight Black” photoshop action and Holga Black Border by Smaragd.

You get what you take from it so be amazed…

“All This Beauty” by The Weepies

All this beauty
You might have to close your eyes
And slowly open wide
All this beauty, we traveled all night
We drank the ocean dry
And watched the sun rise

You can ask about it, but nobody knows the way
No breadcrumb trail to follow through your days
It takes an axe, sometimes a feather
In the sunshine and bad weather
It’s a matter of getting deeper in, any way you can

All this beauty
You might have to close your eyes
And slowly open wide
All this beauty, we traveled all night
We drank the ocean dry
And watched the sun rise

I can see your new awake
Let me assure you friend:
Every day is ice cream and chocolate cake
And what you make of it, let me say
You get what you take from it so be amazed
And never stop, never stop, never stop
You gotta be brave

‘Cause all this beauty
You might have to close your eyes
And slowly open wide
And watch the sun rise
And watch the sun rise
And watch the sun rise

(Corner of Union Square West and 16th St)

Not a soul is in the park…


“Sleeping on the Ceiling” by Elizabeth Bishop 
 It is so peaceful on the ceiling!
It is the Place de la Concorde.
The little crystal chandelier
is off, the fountain is in the dark.
Not a soul is in the park.
Below, where the wallpaper is peeling,
the Jardin des Plantes has locked its gates.
Those photographs are animals.
The mighty flowers and foliage rustle;
under the leaves the insects tunnel.
We must go under the wallpaper
to meet the insect-gladiator,
to battle with a net and trident,
and leave the fountain and the square
But oh, that we could sleep up there…