This is what happens when you are both running to catch a train and still trying to take your photo for the day. :-) The angry train rumbles by and leaves you standing on the platform….winded, sweaty, and kinda pissed.
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna
Krishna, Krishna, Hare, Hare
Hare Rama, Hare Rama
Rama, Rama, Hare, Hare
Yea….yea.. yea… I still can’t really understand these guys. I see them all of the time in Union Square and other parts of the City. They look happy as hell as they chant and chant and chant and drum and chant. I guess to each is own so I’ll just let them be….but I still think they need to switch up the chant every once in a while.
It’s Monday. I’m tired. I’m always tired. There just isn’t enough time in the day. I didn’t leave my office until 7 PM. I’m on the after work after happy hour express to BK. The train goes from being packed and full of conversations to wary passengers just trying to get home. We all take our place in the car. Some sit and bow their heads to catch a quick nap. Others tightly grip hand rails and poles as they try to balance on a rumbling train. I take my place by the subway doors trying not to be noticed even though the tapped up camera around my neck almost certainly blows my cover. I listen to endless subway stories as I find my subject. I don’t bring the camera to my eye. Instead I simply aim and shoot from the hip knowing that I got what I want.
She gave me a puzzled look as I said hello to her mom. She watched my every move not sure what to make of me. I was a stranger or just a strange man that she could vaguely remember. We met before. Don’t you remember the play date at my pool? You liked splashing around in the water and you probably thought Uncle Shawn was the coolest! I see that smile coming on. You do remember me. And you know that I’m just a bag of fun. Time to catch a rainbow and jump in puddles.
Yankee fan after a loss. And he wore his matching lucky checkered print shirt and head scarf! The Bronx Bombers always win when he rocking this combo! But now today…. those damn Blue Jays from across the border stole our thunder! Do Canadians even play baseball? I thought it was strictly curling and ice hockey!
Have you ever looked out your office window at all the buildings that surround you and wondered what was happening behind the blinds and curtains? I wonder all of the time. I’m looking outside my window as I type this blog. I’m in midtown Manhattan, so there are buildings everywhere. I can’t really see inside the windows, but sometimes I catch a glimpse of an unfamiliar world – corporate America. I see all of the businessmen and businesswomen walking in all directions on 42nd Street and Madison – you can never tell if they are going or coming. And you really never know what’s happening in the nondescript offices all around me. Maybe there is another nonprofit organizations trying to save the world or maybe there is a hedge-fund with a bunch of money hungry wall street types. Who knows. For now, I’m just going to look out my window and day dream the minutes away.
It’s about 4:45pm and I just finished a team retreat a little early…and boy do I need a drink! I don’t think I’ve been to bar this early before. There are some random characters who obviously look like regulars. You should should have seen the looks we got when we walked in..well it really wasn’t that much of a look. These guys were too into their afternoon beer to really pay us any mind, but still there was a glance that said…hmm what are you doing here? The one saving grace of this place was the cute Irish bartender that chatted me up for awhile. She even thought I was black Irish! Which for the record…I probably am.. well at least Irish Jamaican! With a name like Shawn Patrick I have to be part Irish! (side note: My mom named me after Sean Connery because she had a crush on him…..the only thing is she didn’t know how to spell his name)