Here is some good advice that I found on a street in Lisbon. While I wouldn’t say that one should adhere strictly to this statement, the sentiment of valuing one’s own work output and taking responsibility for entering into arrangements with your eyes wide open is a gem.
Here are a few more snaps from my time in Lisbon. The street images are around Bairro Alto and the butcher is at the Mercado da Ribeiro.
I recently spent time in Lisbon. These are a few snaps shot with my beloved Yashica T4. Top two photos shot at Mercado da Ribeiro. Third from top at Castelo de Sao Jorge and the last is at the Museu Calouste Gulbenkian.
Earlier today in Brooklyn…
I sometimes forget that Coney Island is just a short subway ride away. I went for a visit yesterday. We had some fried clams and beer at Ruby’s and took in all of the craziness. Kids were diving off the pier. Impromptu boardwalk dance parties made for surreal cultural mashings of Latinos, African Americans, hipsters, and transvestites. The rhythms were provided by older Latin men. Then we made our way down to the Russian neighborhood of Brighton Beach and sampled the vareniki, pelmeni and pickled watermelon at Cafe Glechik.
Here is a snap of a model that I shot ages ago.
I saw these sidecar-cycles in Soho parked a block apart.
Here are a few Sunday-cars in Park Slope. One is a classic BMW 2002 and the other a vintage Mini Cooper.
I’ve just returned from some R&R in Isla Mujeres, Mexico. The island and people are simply beautiful. The mellow town is painted with colors that are muted from the sun’s persistent baking. Stray dogs and cats are never too shy to beg for scraps. Iguanas bask in the heat, but would prefer to go unnoticed. The otherwise quiet town hums with the buzz of mopeds. Often families of four or five can be seen getting about that way. At night, front doors are left ajar and people can be seen sitting on curbs talking or huddled around TVs that have been placed outside to watch the football game. Sol cerveza and Coca Cola cool the blistering heat.
I snapped this photo in DUMBO a while back. It’s something of a note to self.
Whenever I walk past this tree, I am reminded that nature has a way of showing us who is boss. I think the caption for this photo should read, Sign Eating Tree.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!! It’s cold out. I’ve got a feeling we are in for an endless winter in NYC. I wish that I were back in Costa Rica right this instant.
I’ve been waking up in the early hours of the morning to make it to the gym before the rush. I had been very undisciplined with the frequency that I was using my membership, but I have to say that I am rather elated with how it has boosted my daily work productivity and inspiration. And the other big plus about being an early riser is that the gym tends to be more like a graveyard, thereby avoiding other people’s strange locker-room behavior like clipping toe nails on the bench or waxing their nipples in front of the mirror nude. It’s much more preferable when it looks like the snapshot below.
A night of booze and Halloween cheer has rendered me exhausted. I feel just like the guy in this photo I snapped a few years ago.
I took this photo of a young woman named Morgan in 2004. I still think she has fantastic face.
