This is my favorite bench in New York City. Every time see someone sitting next to the little guy hold in a bag of money I smile and laugh inside. It’s a Tom Otterness bronze sculpture….and I love it!
It didn’t even snow that much yesterday….or today. But I guess it really doesn’t matter when you have no place to go. It’s cold outside. And the ground is wet. These are the days when the homeless ride the trains through the night. It’s their only salvation. I see how passengers look at them in disgust and it makes me angry. Where would you go? What would you do? I want more people to have compassion. I want more of us to simply care.
For a second there I thought I was back in 79′ when I boarded the train. That long coat and boots with heals was a dead give away for my time travel. I think that girl with the big head phones is actually listening to Super Freak right now. And Rick James is just posing out… hands on his hips and chillin against the wall. Any minute now he’s gonna break out in song….
‘She’s a very kinky girl
The kind you don’t take home to mother
She will never let your spirits down
Once you get her off the street, ow girl’
In actuality it’s 2015 and apparently that Rick James style is making a come back! I’m about to add another 3 inches to my height when I get my boots!
Sorry for the hiatus. I know I haven’t posted anything in a few weeks, but I’ve still been shooting every day. Sometimes I just want quit this project. I don’t have much to say and I’m not producing the best images. Maybe I’m too hard on myself, but I know I can do better. Using my Fuji x100s has been great, but the 23mm fixed lens limits me. It’s time to invest in a new camera and it’s time to start using my Nikon D700 a bit more. I need to find more in each day.
It’s Sunday. It’s raining like crazy. And I’m on an open house mission. I started in Brooklyn. And then walked about 10 blocks to the nearest train to get to Manhattan. I’m soaked. Seriously. My waterproof boots don’t appear to waterproof anymore. Hell even my NorthFace jacket is getting damp. I guess this stuff wasn’t really made to be walking around all day in torrential downpour. And why the hell am I doing this to myself again. Will I ever win a bid? I don’t have a half a milli’ in cash. And even if I did I couldn’t see dropping it all for a crib. But that’s the world I live in. I can’t believe I’m trying Manhattan again. I saw two deals that made me put on the boots and rain coat. I’m hitting Chelsea (yes…Chelsea!) and Midtown (yes, midtown! near Columbus circle and Central Park!). We’ll see what comes of this adventure. This sure has been a crazy ride. I’m trying to stay underground as much as I can today. There is nothing good about cold rain. Nothing.
I realized that I’ve become quite the coffee snob lately. The coffee at the office just doesn’t do it for me anymore. It was only a few years ago that office coffee meant going to the gas station next door for a cup of mud. And now I’m in a fancy office with fancy coffee and still it’s not enough! What’s wrong with me?!?! Today’s stop.. JOE in Grand Central Station. I gotta get my fix and apparently I’m not the only one.