Friday, September 15, 2017

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Fill In The Blanks













Chinatown Fortune Tellers.
Did they know I was going to take their photo that day?


Sunday, September 3, 2017

Labor Day Weekend



This is what happens when my Wife leaves me alone for the Labor Day Weekend and goes off to visit her sister at the Jersey Shore. I have been to visit here sister at the Jersey Shore before. This time, I decided to stay here. High points of my weekend were eating meals of multi-ethnic street food on Roosevelt Avenue, doing a load of laundry, and wandering around Union Square and Times Square. In the rain.  On Saturday night. Photos shot wandering in the rain are more interesting than the others. Actually, I didn't shoot much of the street food and none at all of my laundry, so here we are.









Monday, August 28, 2017

A Day Dreaming Day






As best as I remember it, I left my parents house right around midnight. We lived in a miserable part of Brooklyn and it took a bus ride just to get to the subway stop. Then I needed to take 2 subway trains to get to my girlfriend's parents apartment on the Upper East Side. Her parents were awake and with some reservations and a number of admonishments on her care and safety, turned her over to me for the trip back downtown to where we were meeting our chartered bus.

 I had also volunteered to pick up donuts for the bus ride, so on the way got a few dozen still warm from an all night place. Probably added a couple extra for the subway trip to the Village.

Anyway, it was still dark when our bus pulled out, through empty streets and the tunnel to New Jersey.  As the sun came up, we saw another bus on the highway. Enthusiastic waves were exchanged. And then there was another bus and another. Pretty soon, it seemed the road was solid with chartered buses and cars and vans filled with people all waving at each other. We all hoped for a good sized crowd that day, but right then we began to realize that his was going to be big, really big.

Most of my memories of the rest of the day's events tend to run together. I know DC police were genuinely afraid that we were going to wreck the place, which was the reason given for suspending the sale of liquor for the day. They also had the chartered buses lined up around the Capitol and the White House, parked nose to tail to form barricades which, while it might have made some politicians feel better also had us wondering how the hell we were going to find out bus again. There must have been other weird stuff going on, but those two stick.

Anyway, we have all seen the newsreel footage of the crowds and speeches. I know that we marched from someplace and ended up at the Reflecting Pool. We were down at the far end, far away from the speakers stand. I heard the speeches and I must have heard Dr. King's “I had a dream” speech. I am pretty sure I did, but it must have been afternoon and we were all pretty marched out by then.

Somewhere along the way, I purchased a button to wear. Amazingly enough, 54 years later me and that button still here. I got the button out today for this photo. Maybe I will wear it later.


Thursday, August 24, 2017

Untitled....... although:










........I couldn't help coming up with a few (typically) irreverent captions for this scene as seen this morning, in passing, somewhere in Mid-Town. Anybody have an original one they want to share? Consider it a contest: winner gets a file of the shot to print and ponder. Or use for this year's Christmas card. Hint: Good taste is probably not going to be a deciding factor.  Solution to damage caused during the last 200 or so days would also be most welcome. 

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Stop And Listen..............

A week of peaceful photos. I am not sure if this means I am mellowing or just retreating deeper into denial. Actually, I am not really sure what either of those means. How about I just share this image and let people decide?











Ommmmm.........

.......... And if you decide it means that our Commander-In-Cheeto is a demented, lying, Nazi-loving criminal ego maniac who is determined to turn this country over to his billionaire cronies and destroy our healthcare and the enviorment - along with our National Parks! - and who's hard core jack-booted sycophants would rather see this country destroyed than admit they were screwed, then who am I to argue?



Tuesday, August 8, 2017

August Rain


Rained last night and my block became an even nicer, softer, gentler place.

 This morning, not so much, so I will only share these snapshots. 

 Consider them a softer, gentler protest. 

 There: I feel better. 








Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Pictorialist!




I am in danger if turning into a Pictorialist. A quiet afternoon in Central Park with my $5.00 flea market lens* and this is what happened.

 Supposed to be a bit overcast tomorrow, maybe rain; we may well be out again. Will add more as they happen. Peaceful! Pastels!  Totally different from any past photos and I am not sure how these will effect my painstakingly crafted macho/graphic-persona image. 

I am not at all sure what that means, either. 

Just check this posting next week.







Friday: it rained lots this morning.  This is what happened:








Monday and my Pictorialist bent continues: rainy afternoon around the corner from my apartment on my way to the Union Square Subway.  Stopped to check on  just how water resistant the camera and lens really were......  





* My "new" Taylor-Hobson Cooke Kinic:
 Scroll down a couple of posts for more
(if you care about stuff like this)


Jake The Pictorial Kat!


Wednesday, July 5, 2017

July 4th





I spent  July 4th in a town  somewhere in the middle of America. Each year they celebrate the day with a parade. The entire town gets decorated for the occasion: streets, homes and people all done up in red, white and blue. People set up picnic tables in their driveways and lawn chairs along the curbs to reserve their spots. They have been holding this parade since 1911.  Many residents trace their families there even longer. This 4th had a bit of rain early on, but it turned sunny and everyone looked happy. I had a hot dog at a church booth. I shot lots of photos. I would like to go back next year.  Or maybe before that.  Somebody told me that they have another parade on St.Patrick's Day .................
















Saturday, July 1, 2017

Subway Buddy





#7 Train Platform, Grand Central Station, This Evening:












You are smiling, aren't you?

Monday, June 26, 2017

My New Vintage Lens, Lovely Lesbians and A Rant

I saw this lens at a flea market on a table with a bunch of photo junk. The dealer asked $5 for it. He was firm on the price, which I usually consider a challenge to my ethnic traditions, but in this case I kind of had an idea of what that lens might be, so I popped the five bucks and walked away with it.

Turns out the lens was made by a company in England and I since found out, was made for 16mm movie cameras. A friend who is incredibly knowledgeable about such things told me it is a “Petzval Portrait” design that originally dates from the 1890's and there really was a Dr. Petzval who came up with the design long before that. Anyway, that English company copied it and produced the 'new' version in the 1930's.

Now, as it happens around the beginning of this year I switched my professional gear to a relatively new line of cameras. They are smaller and lighter and have some spectacular technical capabilities. And they are lighter. Lots lighter. Also, because of some technical design stuff that I won't get into, I can now use a whole slew of lenses on these cameras, lenses that were never intended for digital cameras. Like this one. My new lens lacks any automatic features which means I actually have to focus and set it. Kind of what I did with film cameras for my first 40 or so years in the business. My sympathies to the kids who don't know how to do this. Tough! That's what they pay me for! Go do something else with your life!

Where were we? Oh, yeah: so for another $1.77, I got an adapter direct from China to me via eBay and now we are in business.  And on that same site, I saw this lens for sale for $365!  So now I feel lots better paying retail.
.

 I tried it out for the first time this weekend. First on Jake since he was closest, then at the Pride Parade which, unfortunately, was almost as close (see Rant, below). The results are soft, and flattering, do in part the result of an optical factor called 'spherical aberration,' and mostly to Dr Petzval's skill. Portrait of Jake and some lovely lesbians. No doubt more will be posted. Meantime



















AND NOW FOR MY RANT:







OK, I have officially had it with the “Pride Parade!” E-friggin'-nuff! I live in the Village, the parade route is right past  my apartment building. I mean right past the friggin' front door. OK, so you think" big deal?"  It's the Village, right? Most of us here are either in the parade or we take off for someplace far away on parade day, right? Hey, I have walked the parade to photograph it several times and actually marched in it a few times as part of the police contingent. Past parades were sort of fun. Those fun parades are  friggin' history! Good times past. The parade has grown. This year there was live TV coverage.

This year the friggin'  parade ran for over 9 Hours! Further more, it wasn' t really a parade anymore: it was hours of horrendous, cacophonous, ear-splitting mish-mosh that left a trail of physical, moral and emotional damaged throughout the neighborhood. Fact is. this year's so called “Pride” parade was actually a cover for the largest gathering of the most destructive weapons-grade monster sound trucks in history!

These trucks were multi-mega-mega sound generating weapons, the kind that dictatorships use to evict native populations and discourage Jehovah's Witnesses. You could actually taste the sound. You could also count your fillings as they popped out. Sound systems like this are not usually sold to the public, but somehow these folks got a hold of 'em. Lots of em! Sometimes 3 or 4 blasting away at the dame time on a single block! It was friggin' devastating!

And they were not there for any sort of social or political cause: they were there to sell! Gay has become Big Business. Corporate logo's adorned the monster machines to show just where their heart was. Seems like any company with the bucks to lay out had their logo's large and in your face. Gay or straight, they all wanted us to know they loved our money. My personal favorite: the frigging M&M candy folks had their own sounds blasting away for the cause. No candy, just friggin' noise!

And by 6 PM there were more people marching than there were watching. Smaller groups with signs that were less readable. And more sound trucks

. Fifth Avenue stayed closed until after midnight!  Cops worked 14+ hour shifts.

Next year a group of neighbors is planning on removing Fifth Avenue south of 14
th Street the day before and not returning it until the next day. That'll show 'em!



...........And you did not friggin' read that here.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

some shots




Vet's Day Parade, NYC, 2016



Manhattan Legs



On The Job, Queens, NY

Ever wonder what happened to the Kingston Trio?


Shopper, India


Boatman, Ganges River, Varanas,i India


Parade, NYC, A Long TimeAgo


Someplace In India


Antigua de Gutamala


Nepal


Nepal, Too


Art Critic, NYC


Just Because


Buddhist New Year Candles