A dude rolling his moustache at Rolling Thunder.

My mom’s cat, Callie, always finds the best spot in the house.

Today was a heavy camera-use day. Rolling Thunder, an event that brings together thousands of motorcycle riders in hopes of raising awareness for Vietnam and other vets, certainly had the ‘wow’ factor. I had planned to post a photo of one of the amazing riders but somehow I needed to step away and post a rather ordinary shot — maybe because it just simply soothes my soul.

Finally – I think it’s officially shorts weather.

Thanks to Harvey today for helping me navigate some unfamiliar waters with sensitivity and smarts. Tomorrow I look forward to another gathering of talented photographic minds in hopes of a future show.

of my favorite flower, the peony, before its season ends

This weekend I attended a number of lectures and galleries in search of inspiration and a little push. While it can be daunting at times to be reminded of all the other photographers out there fighting for the attention of galleries and clients I also see that all that is stopping me is myself. (As a side note, I often revisit this series of nude photos I took a couple of years ago, searching for that elusive photo that shows just more than the human form. Finally, I found one that has an ounce of meaningful expression. Even though it was always there in my library, today was the day I discovered it.)

Rather than looking up at all the cool architecture above me in Grand Central Terminal today, I decided to focus downward at all the legs and feet hurriedly going to their respective destinations.

Another shot I took while waiting for a train.

This may look like a fairly ordinary shot of folks waiting for the next train. But not two minutes before these innocent people took a seat, Paul and I watched a chick pull down her panties and wiz right next to the trash can. Lovely, no?

Despite what I think is good dental hygiene, I’m still spending way too much time in the dentist’s chair.

We attempted the 42 mile ride but the tour was fraught with rain, flat tires and too many bottlenecks. The bagel break at the beginning of the course was probably the best part.

Not Paul, although he is a special guy, but the delicious packets of fried goodness from Vanessa’s in Chinatown.