Me outside the Cloisters, Fort Tryon Park, NYC
I got flaked on for my Cloisters trip yesterday but being the NYC tourist I just so happen to be, I went anyway; all by my lonesome (as I usually do). I did know that I was going to be flaked on from a couple days ago. And, to tell the honest truth, I'm used to it. I've been stood up more times than a tripod over the past couple years. It's common place.
But, as you can see... I did get to experiment with some creative photography. That's me! Whaddya think? Like the water bottle in the foreground (absolutely done on purpose to play with depth perception)? Should I have tried it in black and white or sepia? I was thinking the overcast and glare filled sky would prove stark enough so that I wouldn't have to try other effects. Just thinking out loud here.
I took motherfucking lemons and made lemon-motherfucking-ade.
Fire at will! Who's Will?
Today I'm feeling:
the urge to rock out on a basketball court
No seriously, even if ballers don't show I could still work on some things. Go yonder... or comment.
3 comments:
don't be mad that the fat plumber beat you out.
I know better than to compete with him. I didn't get beat out. Just like I never steal second. I ride the pine then pinch hit doubles. Real quiet like.
Thanks Leila! I just got a piercing today and found out that I can't have any alcohol for at least the next week to aid in its healing. I think this is more trouble than it's worth.
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