Safe travels for all this holiday weekend.

If you dare, look closely on the right hand side of the photo for a little extra exposure.

It was movie night at the Brooklyn Bridge Park. The weather was ideal, the movie was Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, the view of the Manhattan skyline was sparkling, and my friends, equally so.

Last week I was completely fascinated by this exotic creature on our tomato plants. I would check on this little guy everyday and actually became emotionally attached to it, although a bit curious as to why it wasn’t doing very much. Turns out, with some help from the internets, these cute little guys kill tomato plants. And the cute little white things on the caterpillar? They are wasp eggs which use the caterpillar as an all-you-can-eat buffet. I am sad but I understand.

A recent pick up at the local flea market, this photo had me the second I laid eyes on it. It’s a snap shot of my neighborhood in Brooklyn, perhaps taken in the 50s or 60s. The most recognizable aspect is the Williamsburg Bank on the far left. Of course present day Brooklyn would show a skyline filled with buildings. The rest of the photo is just an amazing snap shot of history – from the sunlight on the guy’s back, to the run down building which houses an old fish market. I do believe the image was burned (overexposed) in the dark room in order to enhance the market as it is unusually lighter in that area of the photo. And of course the kid left alone on the sidewalk with an extra stroller makes the photo that much more intriguing. It was worth the $5. Photographer unknown.

Your Monday morning wake-up photo.

for the next batch of meat at our fav bbq joint, Fette Sau.

dressing so fine and looking so pretty

Even the alleyways in Cooperstown, NY look picturesque. This marks my 900th blog post.

Happy birthday my love!

I’ve been thinking a lot about editing and how important it is. I’ve been told, and would tend to agree, that a photographer has to be just as good at editing their own work as they are at photography. But it can be an extremely difficult thing to do… and is it better to have someone else edit your work? Someone who has a completely unbiased perspective? I took about 5 pics of this scene above but had to pick one. This routine is common for most of my blog posts. It’s definitely good practice.

Agnes and Lucas said “tak” (“yes” in english) on a lovely summer day in Manhattan. Congratulations!

A week ago I was in DC watching some awesome tennis at the Legg Mason Tennis Classic, thanks to my friend Jo. Has it really been a week already?

spotted at Governors Island last eve.

from the archives – plus I can’t get that song out of my head

I was definitely psyched to get this shot – little Rory is a fast moving girl.

Hitting the streets I spotted this lovely lady. I think she falls into the ‘working it’ category, as my friend Becky might say.

Having found a willing tennis partner in Jane, I’m back on the courts with the east river on one side, the Williamsburg Bridge on another (pictured) and the FDR Drive on a third. So there are some cars around and one kind of feels like they’ve smoked a pack of cigs in the space of two hours but you can’t beat the grand scenery.

Where there is a will and a disposable grill, there is a way. Sidewalk veggies and a nice pinot grigio made for a pleasant summer meal.

of the Empire State Building or this cool iPhone app.

I had the distinct pleasure of photographing the lovely Laura this weekend. And what I do is called work?

and mad. Mad Men, that is. In one week, it begins again.

The sun came back out today but it’s hard to tell through such dirty windows.

One way to get your daily fruit share.

Another favorite from the Mermaid Parade – expresses nicely how I feel about summer.

Another NY icon photographed yesterday from the Staten Island Ferry on the way to a minor league game. Major fun.

after a couple of glasses of wine.

It’s weird to see 3 digits for NY weather on the iPhone. Tucson, sure. Good day to hang with the AC.

We won.

In Philly last weekend a friend pointed out this amazing costume shop, nestled within the birthplace of America’s independence.

as Mr. Rogers might say

My friend Maria checks her cell phone in between two interested parties.

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I probably had the better view of this mermaid applying suntan lotion but at least she was ‘covered from behind’ by another admirer.

Yesterday at the annual Mermaid Parade, I saw all shapes and sizes, tall, short, young, old and this gem.

Same subject photographed two ways – one with an iPhone, one with my ‘good’ camera. It’s tough to pick a fav but interesting to see them together. I do wonder if photos I take with these fun iPhone apps diminish, or cover up my distinct style as a photographer by distracting the viewer with a lot of special effects I don’t have control over. Something for me to ponder, I guess.

So many photos in the art world seem so serious these days. My response? The photo above. Today’s post was inspired by this pleasing collection of photos… http://todayspictures.slate.com/20100616/ (thanks, Paul)

What is it about this pairing that I think makes it work? Well, there are the visual similarities – light/pale yellows against darker backgrounds, the flower is facing the same way the gent is, his hair is kind of ‘flowery’ looking. Beyond that, I see a beautiful flower just past it’s prime, compared to the guy who is alone, pretty and slightly askew in his getup. There is a pensiveness and moment of quiet between the two. So is this pairing ultimately successful? I’m still not sure.

Sure, a nice pose and smile are always welcome but what I’m finding equally enjoyable are the simple gestures and language the human body speaks.

Taking yesterday’s photo 2 steps further.

Another Rolling Thunder participant.

Coney Island never disappoints.

beautiful city.

Just getting fancy with the iPhone.

Paul, thankfully, puts up with my incessant picture-taking.

It was a hot and humid day as thousands of decorated folks and their motorcycles gathered at the Pentagon for the annual run of Rolling Thunder. As stated by RT’s National Organization, “All are united in the cause to bring full accountability for POWs and MIAs of all wars, reminding the government, the media and the public by our watchwords: “We Will Not Forget.”

And pretty kitty.

Someone suggested I play with photo pairing on a daily basis (thanks Maria) just to further explore my desire to find meaning between my images (see Inside::Out at www.wendyploger.com). Some of you may recognize this particular pair originating from a series I was playing around with a while back pairing food with people. More to come. I hope.

This iPhone app can make any place look extra special.

Congrats to Ben for the launch of his 3rd installment of Night Business – appropriately celebrated with the Naked Heroes.

It’s a perfect day for a bike ride, so why am I sitting in front of my computer? Anyway, I like how colorful the lens flare is on this pic taken in the hood a couple of days ago.

Last weekend we took a walk to Admiral’s Row in Brooklyn, where neglected Navy housing, dating back as early as the Civil War, stands behind its prison of barbed wire. Preservationists would like to bring it back to its former glory but engineers say the old structures are past the point of repair. I marvel at the melding of nature, decay and man’s former presence. Like a time capsule preserved in ivy, many secrets will never be told but hints of a past existence still remain. For more photos, go to http://admiralsrow.blogspot.com/.

One of the more lighthearted photographs featured at this year’s New York Photo Festival.

My very talented friend, Debbie (www.debbiemiracolo.com), will be showing two of her delicious photographs at the Bed 2 opening tonight at Umbrella Arts in the East Village. Curated by Harvey Stein, come see all the interesting things that happen in or around bed.

Last Saturday my friend Erin and I braved a windy day in Dumbo to check out Brooklyn Designs featuring a warehouse full of innovative and often environmentally friendly furniture designs. Check out the ever cool Salvaged Grace http://salvagedgrace.com/ for photos and descriptions of the event.

Taken a few years ago.

How fitting that I should get to photograph Diane and her two beautiful kids on mother’s day. There were so many good pictures I had a tough time deciding which one to post. Let’s start with this one.

Oh boy do I love bunnies, especially in this amazing photo I saw today at the Affordable Art Fair. If only it were a little more affordable. The photo is by Zhou Hongbin of her one bunny who loves to swim, apparently.

I used an application called Old Camera for this photo of a lazy cat.

A distant cousin to the Under-the-Sea jello salad, perhaps?

Walking down Canal Street yesterday, my friend Matt got caught in a swirl of tourists. Can you spot him?

Sample Sale.

A little food porn for you – unless you are a vegetable. eater. I was just reminiscing about a recent episode of No Reservations, titled, Food Porn 2 – best watched while eating.

Sometimes I wonder if there’s a difference between photographing guys and gals. While girls are certainly prettier, dudes have their own appeal and I think they are often more comfortable in their own skin. Chris here, looks straight out of an ad for an expensive cologne or Ralph Lauren ad. And he wasn’t even trying – we were actually marveling at the tree that had burst through the asphalt parking lot (see April 23rd’s post).

Someone, I presume, was expecting both.

Beautiful, resilient and too young. I hope you are on a warm, sunny beach with a mai tai in your hand. You will continue to live on in our hearts and be forever safe.

…Times Square, which has it’s own special beauty.

I love our neighborhood – this was taken at Fort Greene park today.

Ok, so yeah, I paid the $1.99 for the iPhone Hipstamatic photo ap. It is cheaper than a Holga, tho (which is also very cheap).

Talented musician, Zach, strikes a pose at the end of his gig.

Phoebe looks quite puppy-like in this pic, having just tackled a stuffed beaver.

Last Saturday I attended a talk discussing the work of 31 new and emerging women photographers. The collection was a cross section of styles that are apparently ‘hot’ right now. While I admired and appreciated the work that was up on the walls around us, something was missing. There was not one image from a street photographer. All of the work was staged or had a lot of planning and forethought. So I asked one of the panelists why this was and feared the answer. It’s all been done. Maybe someone will get a lucky shot once in a while, but street photography has run it’s course. Aint that a kick in the head. But that is one person’s opinion. I love the spontaneity of photography and the photos are as unique and new as the person taking them.

It’s that time – at least here on the west coast. And I mean cocktails, not earthquakes.

This delicious weather makes me feel like riding the waves.

I thought I was going to DC (via Baltimore, of course… hence the photo) tomorrow, then I wasn’t, then I was, now I’m not sure. It’s nice when things fall into place, but that can often be oh-so-dull.

In contrast to the ‘dark’ post, I thought I’d try and find it’s opposite. Ernie, of course, looking mighty soft and cute. If you’d like to see one of my first attempts at video, check out http://www.flickr.com/photos/ploger/4458496084/ (the background music was purely accidental).

Unlike my previous blog post, I am discovering that I occasionally take these ultra black and white photos with just a hint of expression or information. Given enough time, this growing collection of images could turn into a new series, which might be kinda interesting. Or maybe, because of the rain, I’m not feeling as ’sunny’ as I was last weekend (although this pic of Erin and Brian does make me smile).

Today I sought out blue skies and sunshine – even got a tiny sunburn on my nose.

Sunny and warm today – winter is fast becoming a distant memory.

Complete with flying tigers.

Coney Island continues it’s disappearing act.

I haven’t picked up my camera for a few days so I’m going to liven up this lull with some lovely ladies from the Shanghai Mermaid party I attended a couple of weeks ago.

Playing with overexposure again – not sure what my attraction is to it. Probably just one of those things that enable me to look at my images in a completely new light.

Hard to believe this was our back deck two weeks ago. And check out how high the snow was stacked on the thin railing. Now there is no trace of snow and temps are flirting with the 60 degree mark. I like snow and all, but I like this warming trend even more.

So it’s a dresser. But it was one night/morning at an old hotel in the mountains of NY before a glorious day of skiing.

Can’t stay away from cute things for too long.

Love this dude from the Shanghai Mermaid party last Saturday.

Another pic from my delightful train ride.

So I go down to DC and haul all of my camera equipment because I think it’s going to snow and I want to photograph the Pentagon Memorial in all of it’s snowy glory. It doesn’t snow in DC but rather in NY when I’m not around. Anyway, I mention to my dear friend Elaine, that it seems to me when one doesn’t have their camera with them one misses the amazing photo ops. But when one HAS their camera it’s almost a guarantee that nothing exciting will happen. Well, my trip home from DC proved me wrong. I think I annoyed everyone on the quiet car of the train as I clicked a gazillion photos. I’m such a photo nerd.

Ernie admires a picture of himself.

My photos have a new home! If you haven’t checked it out yet, go to http://www.wendyploger.com/ for more unusual pairings, mermaids and weddings!

spotted at Target today

was to walk down the stairs, open the front door and drop off the garbage. Spring, where might you be?

One pays attention to the little things like the view across the street from our warm and small NY apartment on a cold, winter day.

Another cold day in Brooklyn.

There is something about a baby that makes the immediate world a softer place.

A relatively minor casualty at my mom’s house due to snow.

The snow hardly stopped us from having an awesome weekend with friends culminating with last night’s fondue party. Thanks Lor and Angela! (photo courtesy of Paul)

Living in NY one usually sees people at close range so it’s nice to step back… or up a bit, for a different perspective.

Taken with natural sunlight this time, with emphasis on this kitty’s cute, but deadly paws – at least to any nearby crickets or spiders.

I got a new toy for my camera! It’s basically a soft box for my flash, so of course, I had to give it a spin on my in-home models. Not sure if Ernie is a fan, tho. Thanks for the cool gift Rob!

My gorgeous friend and talented model is headed back to her home in Japan. This was one of the first pictures I took of her at Coney Island a few years back. Kouun wo o-inori shite imasu. I will miss you Tomo!

Kind of a lame twins shot, but it’s a little different – I really wanted faces, tho. Anyway, it was one of those times where you have 2 seconds to pull out your camera, turn it on and click the shutter before your window of opportunity closes.

As most know, my thin California skin has never quite adapted to the cold winters of the east, and as such, my outdoor shooting pretty much slows to a crawl. So, it’s back to the archives where I stumbled upon a couple of photos of twins that I took back in warm L.A. some years ago. It was really weird – a coincidence, I believe – that I saw two sets of twins within an hour of each other (maybe there was a convention somewhere). Here’s the first set.

Sigh. I love this photographer. He says, “I’m not crazy about the term “street photography” to describe what I do, because it’s not necessarily done on the street. The pictures can be taken on a farm, at the zoo, in an office, and so on. Let’s say we consider the general category of “unposed pictures of people” (or sometimes animals or even inanimate objects when they happen to be possessed by human souls), and then the subcategory “with nothing particularly important going on.” If we further narrow it down to the “play” sub-subcategory, we get into the domain I’ve worked in for forty years. That’s what I like to do: play with ordinary reality, using unposed actors who are oblivious to the dramas I’ve placed them in.” -Richard Kalvar (Photo by Richard Kalvar)

I spent a total of 8 hours on 4 different trains yesterday but I didn’t mind the chance to sit and relax while I watched the world go by.

A classic case where my memory of this scene is much stronger than the actual photo. Two couples happened to be making out and whatnot on either side of the pillar across the tracks from me in the subway. Fun to watch, difficult to capture. Probably just as well.

Today I watched a program about hoarders – people who collect things to the extent their lives and the lives around them are miserably altered. I was transfixed by this condition wondering how and why this could happen. I don’t think I’m an obsessive collector of ‘things’ (except maybe shoes and glassware) and feel good about keeping a fairly trim apartment. But then I realized I am a major collector of memories – hence my drive to take pictures. Thank goodness for the digital age.

I recently received a book of photographs by Garry Winogrand, whose humorous and odd journalistic style speaks to me in many ways. In the book, is a quote by Winogrand in response to the question, “What is Art?” asked by one of his students. Winogrand says, “Art makes you question your conceptions. That’s what puns do. You don’t really laugh at a pun because anything’s funny. You laugh because you realize you’re not getting killed. Basically, a pun upsets you. Language is basic to your existence and a pun calls into question what you believe a word means and you laugh out of relief.” (photo by Garry Winogrand)

A sore replacement for the sun, but I’ll take it.

Kind of a useless shot – but I think it speaks of my tiny craving for the glamorous life.

Yesterday was orientation at the Park Slope Co-op, the largest co-op in the U.S. hovering around the 14,000 member mark. Offering ridiculously cheap, locally produced food, it has a mountain of rules which must be followed or you may find yourself suspended quicker than you can fry an egg. The selection is impressive, but I didn’t see any quail eggs (a favorite snack of mine) like they have at the outdoor markets in Thailand. I’ll make do.

After a trip to the dentist, I thought I’d treat myself to some cute things from this awesome Japanese book store in midtown. I can never have enough cute things in my life. Even the word ‘cute’ is cute to me.

These are just a few of the unusual finds at the Brooklyn Flea Market not two minutes from our apartment. Located in the former Williamsburg Savings Bank, it’s one of the coolest locations in our hood, thankfully preserved for the general public to enjoy.

Just your pretty, outdoors-y nature shot.

Flatbush Farm and Bar(n) in our hood serves up a mean brunch – and if their dinner is anything like their brunch, I’m there, fork in hand. This was my duck confit with warm lentil salad and two eggs before I completely demolished it.

Another shot of some brave “polar bears” quickly running out of Coney Island’s icy waters. Glad I wore my plastic boots.

Back to my mysteriously abstract and blurry ways. In part I was inspired by a set of photographs taken in the 60s in France by Tom Palumbo.

How cool that I was able to start the new year with a shot like this. A guy like him does not come around that often. He was definitely prepared to stay dry while the Polar Bears did their thing in the freezing cold ocean at Coney Island on New Year’s day.

A visual and sound sensation at Pratt to bring in the new year.

What happen to 2009? This year went by so fast.

I once had an instructor tell me that during his own training in photography he took a class where his teacher asked him to take only photographs of white. You can pretty much interpret that any way you like but it sounded like a good exercise to me. I thought I’d try my hand at photographing snow. It’s harder than you’d think as any camera set on automatic will ‘correct’ the abundance of white and turn it gray (it’s hard to explain). The trick is to set your camera on manual and overexpose to make the white of snow more white. I’m dreaming if I think I explained all that properly. And I’m not sure if this is a good example. But it’s fun to play.

Maybe its the time of year…

the snow were sand. But I’m super glad my girls made it (and the old hood does look kinda cool coated in snow)!

From dream to reality then back to a dream. Our flight to the Bahamas has been canceled – although our return flight is still optimistically booked. This shot was taken a few minutes ago outside our back deck. It doesn’t show the snow but more of an eerie storm glow. Hopefully the next post or two will show blue skies, palm trees and sandy beaches….

Sure, Times Square is usually electric and energetic, but it was particularly so last evening.

I know. Flash can be my friend. But not in this photo. My friend Dina looks super cool in this lack of light.

Hot dogs and champagne. A most delicious pairing – and we had many – at Bark’s champagne and hot dog tasting party last night.

When you gotta go, you gotta go.

A spookier version of the previous blog post.

But Seattle can make it look so good.

It’s a cold, dark Monday. At least I can get work done without feeling like I’m missing a good walk in the sun (or a cartwheel). -photo by my bro, Rob

Do you consider this a bad photo? Ok, so don’t answer that. I can take a picture or two but a lot of times they are too blurry, too dark, etc. Does that make them unsuccessful photos? Often, probably yes. But I think we’ve been taught and trained to think that just because a photo is blurry it’s bad and we write it off. I’m continually drawn to this particular photo despite it’s faults. Our eyes and emotions see things the camera can’t so why not play with the camera and accept it’s limitations…and mine (smiley face goes here).

More from the world of windows.

Winter in New York City has it’s perks.

Because it keeps getting darker earlier, does that mean happy hour starts sooner?

The light frames Saga and her breakfast beautifully.

…and a few other friends who all enjoyed a fun and windy Thanksgiving together. A big thanks to Elliott and Petra!

And a Top Chef sighting (Robin) at Cafe Campagne in Seattle.

The cold and rain of Seattle felt especially beautiful paired with the warmth of friends.

Ah, the curse of a street photographer – how does one accurately define one’s work in 20 images or less when one has taken thousands of photographs of thousands of subjects? This scene in Bryant Park yesterday reminded me that within the confines of galleries and websites the sky is the limit, and I should not be deterred.

This sculpture in the Louvre reminds me of the cats in winter – how they like to snuggle under the covers and put their icy cold paws on your warm skin.

The skies have cleared and the sun shines on NY once again.

Friday, 4:22 p.m.

Cold weather means lots of trips to the closet. Organization is key. (Photo by Paul)

We only have a few apples and a couple of squash left from this year’s local farm share.

…or just take a nap.

I took my new 85 1.8 lens out for a spin yesterday. Considered ideal for portraits, it distorts very little and has a short depth of field.

I saw two brides on Halloween but this one was most striking against the backdrop of the trees and road by the entrance of Prospect Park.

Time for hot toddies and warm socks.

on a typical subway ride

Amongst the grey and and concrete of Manhattan today, I was stopped in my tracks by this gorgeous splash of yellow – my favorite color in the whole world.

I need to take more pictures and make some noise.

Organizing older photos I came across this favorite…

…kitties seem larger than they really are.

Anyone want to buy these lovely, patent, french heels? Rare. Never worn. And yes, very comfortable. European size 39.5 (8.5)

I was totally diggin’ this woman’s ultra sophisticated style but I was scared she would catch me taking her picture.

Actually just a party goer in freezing cold Liverpool who forgot her pants.

I haven’t posted a food pic in a while… The aebleskiver is delicious and hardly nutritious.

From 70 degrees to 40 degrees, wine country to wet country.

First France, now it’s off to the land of Pinot Noirs in Southern California. It’s rough.

Presence. It’s one of those qualities that is so elusive and cool. I’m pretty sure Tony, here, knew I was taking his picture so there is a slight hint of awareness, but he also has that impressive manor that is mostly unguarded, open, striking and approachable.

Through a certain chain of events, Paul and I ended up at the Yankee’s game last night. While it was fun to watch the players, the fans in front of us were just as entertaining.

This marks my 701st blog post. Do I have burnout? Nah. Pictures are still my thing.

As a photographer you are always looking for that one amazing shot. Of course, when the opportunity presents itself I often wonder… Am I offending someone – or their religion? Am I going to get into serious trouble? I had a few of those moments while in Israel.

At least that was my experience on the NYC subway today.

Back from two weeks in London, Paris and Tel Aviv, I should give up trying to figure out what time or what day it is and take a cat nap.

Actually, the train and plane to our next adventure.

But I’ll be back soon.

… when peaches are in season.

Five years ago, Scott and Tricia met for a first date at a local restaurant. Today they returned to remember where their love began. Congratulations to a fun and wonderful couple, who together, make a mean cocktail.

And one beautiful bride.

There are so many things I’ve been thinking about in preparation for my new website. It is clearer to me that while I’m following and stretching my artistic vision, my attempt to fit in to an easily defined category is proving very difficult. Street photographer. Portrait photographer. Wedding. Journalistic style. Fine art. Those are the common, everyday descriptions, and while all true, they don’t define my personal style in an elegant, unique and succinct way.

I posted this photo (adorable ring bearer getting ready for his big task) in order to compare this one to the last (bride and groom on tram). I’m not sure what others think, but to me, this photo is cute, telling the story in a straightforward manner – a more traditional wedding photo, easily defined and expected. The tram photo is not traditional and doesn’t fit into the typical wedding photo mold. Both are clearly wedding photos but the latter is my truer love, and that is what I’m about… whatever ‘that’ is.

In the most sweetest of gestures, the groom helps his bride take down her lovely hair while riding on the Roosevelt Island Tram back to Manhattan.

I’m just a proud mamma gushing over her fuzzy boy, Ernie (again). Here he is just a week or two after I adopted him. So tiny, he could have been a snack for the bird in my previous post.

I’m hardly a nature photographer but that doesn’t mean I can’t try and take pictures of it.

or being photographed.

We all want to take really good pictures all the time. But. That just isn’t reality for most of us. I’m wondering if it’s possible to take a really bad photo that is so bad (bad lighting, composition, color, mood, etc.) it’s actually kinda good. As a rule I never delete any of my photos. I’ve been keeping this one in my back pocket as a so-bad-it’s-good photo. I think, well, I know I have plenty others but I’ll save them for another time.

Today was my day to volunteer for the local CSA. Knee deep in beets, celery and eggplant, I was still able to sneak a few pics.

Yesterday I thought I’d take my 20mm, wide angle lens for a spin. While I absolutely love how much I can capture in the frame of a photo, I missed a golden opportunity to zoom in on this adorable girl’s face with my usual lens. So it goes.

Parachute drop. Coney Island. Beautiful day or night.

Here is a more artsy shot of Paul, taken a few years back. The film was ‘ruined’ by airport security in London but I fancy the results.

This shot is kinda funny but nothing compared to this… http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/32405618/ns/today-today_participate/

hmmmm. I wonder if I haven’t posted this pic before… Well, anyway, I like it enough for a repeat post.

I’m excited to have my computer back – almost as excited as Ernie is chasing this ball of paper (shown right).

After a dropped computer and subsequent hard drive crash I am still trying to recover all my faculties (and my photos).

Some bunny loves you.

Last week, while I was at Stone Barns, I was lucky enough to capture a couple of shots of the elusive butterfly (there aren’t many in the city, for sure). I’m also in the process of redesigning my website (woohoo!) and thinking more critically of my particular ‘brand’ and how I should market myself as a photographer. A friend asked me the other day, “What made you decide to use the butterfly as your logo?” I think I gave a pretty lame answer, if one at all, because I had never really thought about it. I guess, in part, it reminds me of my childhood – I grew up with a yellow painted room with butterfly wallpaper trim. To take it further, a butterfly to me, is small, delicate and colorful, the head turner of the bug world, yet it’s always at the whim of the wind. My photos are generally colorful (perhaps more figuratively than literally) with a delicate sensitivity, and while they are also spontaneous, they incorporate my sharp calculation of the world around me. Anyway, I’m sticking with this beautiful bug and hopefully the wind will carry it my way more often.

One sees a lot of interesting things on a daily basis in the city, but this woman and her gorgeous mosaic stopped me in my tracks. Thank goodness I had my iPhone. Gawd, do I love New York.

Not in a facebook kind of way but in an animal on a farm kind of way.

Someone had some fun with the subway signage at the Essex Station. The man in the middle is hardly amused.

… offered two rewards – a lovely stare from a child and a delicious scoop of gelato.

Today I attended a seminar called Facebook vs. Face to Face, which discussed the benefits of both online social networking and the old fashioned talking-to-someone-in-the-same-room method, in hopes of expanding a budding photography career. Generally conservative in any kind of social networking, I am trying to embrace this new way of communicating via Facebook, Twitter, et al. In certain circles, it’s almost considered rude if one does not share what they ate for breakfast. Do people really care if I’m flabbergasted about how many ingredients there are in a chicken nugget? Granted, this might not directly help my photography career, but I guess it’s a way of starting or continuing a dialogue with my name attached to it. I would love for my photos to speak for themselves, but sometimes a status update from the photographer provides food for thought.

Saturday evening came to a head with beers and burlesque after a relatively calm and quiet day.

I’m guessing no one is on the beach on a rainy day like today.

The earth’s gravitational pull was still in effect, even in the moon bounce. Rocket cars, live music and ping pong were among some of the other attractions at this year’s PlogerPalooza. Calling it all fun would be a huge understatement.

This weather is reminding me of our time in Bangkok earlier this year. A spicy hot (and delicious) meal would take your mind off the other heat.

another shot from the phone

brought to you by iphone

Congratulations to Misaki (pictured right) for her first solo photo show, Solitude Sanctuary! Her beautifully silent images contrasted nicely with all the wonderful friends who came out in support tonight.

Classically trained, this pianist keeps a number of pianos stored around town and depending on the subway stop he picks on a particular evening, he somehow moves it to a platform of his choice. I could miss many trains listening to his music.

A very fun pic – reminds me of another recent post.

Sammy decided it was time to take a cat nap in front of an episode of Ice Road Truckers.

The doors are closing on a pretty good 4th of July weekend.

I checked out the new High Line park the other day and was very impressed with how the architecture melded old New York with new New York, nature with city life.

This lady (and her free style dancing) made last night’s silent auction a little less quiet.

Hats (and heads?) off to Marcos and Gabriel for creating BoroThreads – a totally cool online shop selling NY based tshirt, hoodie and bag designs (I personally love the original dutch-spelled Manhattan and Brooklyn t’s). And I was lucky to be able to photograph the creators wearing a selection of these hip threads. Check it all out at http://www.borothreads.com/ and http://www.borothreadsguys.com/.

My collection of Wonder Wheel photos grows.

I sometimes tire of hyper-focused images and occasionally I’m refreshed by an out of focus shot. Along the same lines, I sometimes go without my glasses (or ’spectacles’ as my dad would occasionally say) just to take a break from the usual. So this shot was an accident, but a happy one for me. There is something to be seen and appreciated even in an imperfect world. Deep, no?

New York City and I welcomed mom for a visit last week, and we roamed the city freely.

Despite the stinky weather, throngs of photographers, including myself, descended on today’s Mermaid Parade at Coney Island. Through the rain shined many a pretty face.

Fingers crossed the weather holds for a fun shoot at the Mermaid Parade tomorrow…

Yes, I just had minor surgery on my shoulder but did that stop me from playing on the bars at the playground? Nope. (photo by Jess)

So I’m probably going to get in trouble for posting this but I had to do it. This scene is just too funny. It kind of reminds me of a post from a long time ago titled ‘Angry Pig‘ . . .

A camera always makes things more interesting when one is stuck with nothing to do.

Finally, the weather allowed a few nice days on our back deck.

This little puppy looks very happy.

If you happen to be in New Orleans, check out “Forever Hold Your Peace” an exhibit of select wedding photographs – including this one I took in Grand Central.

Time to unwind and play some pool.

Yes, I know this would not pass muster with some folks for obvious reasons, but I love this shot. It completely captures the personality of this fine and funny guy.

Apologies for my absence. I’m in Providence, R.I., where I find myself photographing buses and banquets. New York is not too far but I feel a million miles away.

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.

A somewhat uninspired photo of the Brooklyn Bridge but I was so out of breath/out of shape trying to keep up with Paul on my bike as we crossed. I ‘highly’ recommend a trip on foot (or bicycle) as the views are quite stunning.

In the never-ending search for the meaning and truth of my photography, I came across this quote that struck a chord: “I wanted to change the world and preserve humanity… But in the process I changed myself and preserved my own.”
—Danny Lyon, Photographer, from his new book, Memories of Myself.

to the outside.

I finally claimed my deck furniture. Next I’d like to rescue the ‘67 VW.

and two guys acting casual.

Ever closer to deck weather.

I’ve taken classes where we’ve spent at least an hour talking about a single photograph (and sometimes not even a complex one) but lo and behold, one can say many things about it. Of late, I’ve become more fascinated with a person’s expression. An expression can change within a millisecond and interpreting the captured moment becomes crucial whether in editing or admiring. This particular photo of my brother is a good example because I see or interpret a high level of complex emotion, making the photograph more interesting to me. First, it’s important to separate my feelings from the exact moment I took the photograph, if others are to see it. I’m able to discern a genuine acknowledgment of the photographer’s presence, serious, and perhaps unmoved with a hint of question and furrowed brow. Yet there is an ever so slight humor in the eyes and mouth. I use photography as a way to express myself. Understanding expression hopefully makes my photography stronger.

But particularly for my friend Debbie.

Today we had sunshine and I’m feeling a bit more creative. (photo by bro Rob)

It was slow going on the way back to Fort Greene yesterday.

with Paul’s family (and can you spot me in the photo?)

and its smelling good.

The Target located right behind it has now become the new landmark in Fort Greene.

…in the new apartment. Ernie wanted nothing to do with anything.

A simple picture but taken quickly in manual mode, no flash, on the roof of someone else’s car.

Slowly but surely the apartment is coming together. While we probably won’t attain the visual perfection of the Japanese, I hope that our place is cozy, clean and welcoming.

The kitties are still adjusting to their new surroundings but are less timid than a few days ago.

No internet until Wednesday. Maybe I should read a book or contemplate the meaning of life.

Hopefully the cable comes first.

After our stints in the east and west villages we are now crossing over to Brooklyn. Tomorrow. Sammy, the kitty, would rather just be there already.

Coming out of the PATH station the other day I was shocked to see how much progress had been made at the World Trade Center site.

Although I occasionally make some minor adjustments to my photos these days, this one has not been retouched. The cactus is really this purple.

Jury’s out on this photo. I like it but it doesn’t do that much for me. I had to satisfy my need to take some beauty shots, tho.

As of late, my posts have not been as frequent as I’ve liked. Bear (boar?) with me as I plan on getting back to a more regular schedule. And yes, I was so close to these javelina that I could smell them. One is not far from the wildlife at my bro’s house.

Home to the airport then home again. “Delays due to congestion,” so I had the option of sleeping in Chicago, Dallas or home tonight. I’ll try this again tomorrow. And hopefully I’ll have some brighter pics to post once I finally arrive at my intended destination in the great southwest. (A very nice person on the tram this afternoon offered to take my picture so I tried to look pensive and annoyed. I think it worked out.)

This pic of Jumbo, my friend’s totally cute doggie, has a bit of a Juergen Teller feel about it with its slightly blown out exposure and straightforward gaze of the subject.

Kamala, I miss you.

Cabin fever sets in as my bro and I try and show each other the cool stuff we have while video conferencing.

Skittles vodka? Colt 45? I know times are tough but c’mon. Clearly Paul has expressed his opinion on the whole thing.

Cold, harsh winters call for warm and decadent cocktails. Thanks, Marcos, for the introduction.

but from the comfort of home (not my home but a most lovely home none-the-less).

Taken from the inside of our mosquito-ridden van on the way home from one of our adventures in Phuket.

Both gold and respected, representing a higher place.

At a Chinese restaurant in Bangkok, Paul and I were surrounded by mirrors — a little distracting but fun to play with while digesting.

at the National Gallery of Art with mom to see Pompeii: The Roman Villa. This is the last pic I took before getting “busted” by security.

Have pool, have camera, have Paul, take pictures!

…or are they boys?

…like every other night, was hot, exotic and polluted. And the skyline was full of these creepy, abandoned ghost towers.

in Japan.

from the other side of the earth…

Jetting off to the motherland of all things Hello Kitty, and checking out the finer techniques of massage in Thailand (not to mention taking a bunch of new pics for the blog). Back in about two weeks…

But I found these properties on a busy street in Queens, quite fascinating. There are even columns flanking the front door of the far house. Could be hot property again, someday — close to amazing ethnic restaurants, literally in the shadow of the elevated train line, etc. Time does strange things.

Snow and darkness — a common sight. But this does seem a little odd what with the bushes and seafood sign — part Tikki Room, part Brooklyn in winter.

Look at those oranges. Taken by guest photographer Ryan.

…played by my bro who just told me that the putt putt course this Easter Island look-a-like was at just closed down. I’m soooo upset I have to blow my nose.

The clouds broke and we saw that the sky is still beautiful blue.

Photo taken by guest photographer (and talented writer) Paul Smalera.

Brought to you by Russ & Daughters. Go there.

As cold and rainy as it was, there was also a peaceful and quiet calm while walking through the cemetery of St. Paul’s Chapel next to the World Trade Center site.

The beaches of Phuket are calling my name.

On a cold, dull, winter evening, my attention, yet again, turns to the cat. And the cat’s attention is clearly not turned towards me.

A mysterious cat gets in the way of my moon shot.

I was actually trying to photograph a full moon but only succeeded in capturing the view outside our kitchen window. In New York, one can feel small, but one can also feel kind of safe to see a sight like this.

Maybe not so good to have a greenish bride and groom, but for some reason, I find this kind of beautiful.

‘Tis the season to ice skate (and snuggle).

To escape the harsh cold and moonlit sky on the outside, we went inside to a friend’s party where it was just as beautifully illuminated.

From the archives, taken at a boneyard in Tucson, AZ. I just needed to see some bright, blue sky.

Walking in Soho the other day I noticed a gorgeous pocket of colorful, pink, fast-moving clouds. I quickly fumbled with my gloves, grabbed my G9, adjusted to the appropriate settings but was too late. At least I remember it was pretty.

I took a portrait class about a year ago and the teacher said a lot of my work resembled that of William Eggleston’s — a photographer known for his mastery of taking pictures of the ordinary. At the time, I was not as impressed with the importance of Eggleston’s work and had troubles identifying my work with his. I have since been more receptive and eager to learn about other noted photographers and today felt ready to revisit Eggleston’s work on display at the Whitney Museum of American Art. Eggleston says, “I had this notion of what I called a democratic way of looking around: that nothing was more important or less important.” Every detail, no matter how insignificant takes on meaning. It’s taken me a while to get to this point but I’m glad I see the resemblance, but at the same time, the differences are even more pronounced — a sign that my work says Wendy, not William.

This picture is overexposed. There is a guy in the reflection looking like he could be holding the white purse, but he’s probably watching me take the photo. There is an apartment building with windows that kind of remind me of the previous waffle pic I posted. There is this kind of rectangular thingy that is on the boobs of the mannequin with the purple dress. I like that the only color in the photo is on the dresses. The mannequin on the left looks like she might be pushing the bicycle. What is in the window is very different than what’s outside. These were some of the thoughts that ran through my head as I was looking for something interesting and different to post. I’ve described the photo, but I haven’t described the photographer — or the reasons why I took the photo. Tonight I attended a ‘conversation’ between two famous contemporary photographers, Catherine Opie (who currently has a show at the Guggenheim) and Gregory Crewdson, who were both able to speak intelligently about their work on a far deeper level. I’m learning that in order to get noticed in today’s world of photography you have to be able to describe your work in a way that is different than everyone else. It is a very difficult thing to do, in part, because you’re basically turning yourself inside out. Perhaps I picked this photo today because I’m not into borders right now and there’s mystery and girlishness beyond the glass.

We had a light dusting of snow last night.

More precisely, above the mantle at a Cracker Barrel somewhere in the middle of Pennsylvania.

Still on my architectural kick, I had to snap this shot of the Empire State Building from the ice skating rink at Bryant Park (before I got in trouble and had to put my camera away).

Eggs and grits with cheese was just what the doctor ordered for a worried mommy (meowmmy). Ernie, who was with a real doctor at the same time, was getting 4 tiny teeth pulled. Poor little guy.

A dormant roller coaster in Erie, Pa.

This week I went to Mood fabric store for my artist date. Whenever my mom took me to the fabric store as a kid, I would stare at all the different kinds of buttons. Mood (a Project Runway haunt) provided me a very nice selection. I also wanted to inject some color into my blog before I go back to my usual darker ‘moods’.

Action shot from Thanksgiving.

During the winter I’m usually so cold I don’t want to lift my head to look up and so I end up staring at miles of dirty sidewalks until spring comes.

I paid the price for both the alcohol and the use of a higher ISO to get the shot and a nice buzz.

Stretching my photoshop muscles I worked a little bit yesterday to enhance this photo (deleted an unsightly trash can, lessoned the brightness of the flash in the foreground, highlighted the whites of her dress and skyline, among other things).

Yesterday was street cleaning day. Had to move the car. That hour and a half lasts forever.

A favorite of mine from today’s shoot.

I wish I had brighter shots to post but most of my pics lately have been taken under darker conditions. Is it because of impending winter or is it a reflection of an inner darkness?

More like a smoke and a Mr. Softee milkshake for the newly married couple, sitting here on the steps of the New York Public Library.

I can’t look at a camera right now. (this is actually a self portrait)

I’m back in black.

I love color. Most people do. But it is definitely not my strength when it comes to my photography as I tend towards more monochromatic tones — black and white being my truest love. I guess my subconscious was craving a bit more of the rainbow even though my focus was on the little white church in the middle of this scene in NYC.

I see some strange things in the city. But there are different kinds of strange out in the country.

Mike and Annemarie took Manhattan yesterday. A truly beautiful couple, now in marriage, I was honored to help capture their love and the love of family and friends. Today, while I’m feeling a little fuzzy, it is a good kind of tired. (photo by paul)

We felt close to the clouds up in the Shenandoah mountains.

They just keep getting younger…

Last week was a much-needed trip to Shenandoah, Va. New York was very far away.

I had yet to see a NY parade… until last Friday. It was a doozy.

Hopefully this is a scary enough picture. It’s sometimes hard for me to overcome my cute, and sometimes sweet sensibilities.

Yesterday I went to the Museum of the City of New York to fulfill another artist date. With my growing fascination of New York’s history (also in the midst of reading The Fountainhead) I am much more aware of the buildings that surround me on my daily walks through the city.

From the photo archives.

After a day of classes and trade show gawking at this year’s PhotoPlus Expo I became a bit bleary-eyed. The shiniest part of the day was having dinner with my favorite college professor, Sue Bloom, whom I hadn’t seen in like, a lot of years.

Except for the leaves on the ground, it almost looks spring-like.

When times are tough, go and support your local salon.

I have started the Artist Way, which includes a series of exercises that will hopefully make me more creative. One of the lessons is to have an artist date with yourself once a week. It can be anything that you want but it should have a very personal meaning. This past week, I went to 7-Eleven for a Slurpee and and ice cream sandwich (I had to make due with a Pop Tart in lieu of the ice cream). When I was growing up, it was a weekly ritual for me to walk to the local 7-Eleven with my hard-earned allowance. I was hoping to recapture those days and to some extent I did but I also took home a slightly upset stomach. All very worth it, upset tummy and all.

Colder weather and shorter days make me feel a little bit sleepy.

Yes, I’m still experiencing some weird computer problems which is most annoying. Fortunately, I was able to walk away from them and observe a bunch of photography at the Art Director’s Club’s annual show. I’m all photo’d out now, so I thought I’d post an illustration on my blog instead of a photo. But now that I look back on this pic I drew a long, long time ago, it is fairly photo-real. Probably a sign of my future in photography.

A last minute trip came together perfectly. Yesterday a group of us waited in long lines to ride some of the most exciting roller coasters I’ve ever been on. I almost lost my glasses on more than one occasion and can barely comb thru my wind-blown hair, but what a blast. No pictures to show, unfortunately, just remnants of memories.

So, blogs. About a year and a half ago, I was encouraged to design a website to showcase my portfolio. A blog soon followed, but it was for me, family and friends — a tool to keep my photography fresh. As the world of blogs evolve, they are becoming a greater selling tool for photographers (I highly recommend this interview with Ryan Schick, as it further illuminates the influence of blogs in the photo editing world, plus I want to kiss some ass). Will this change the way I view my own blog? Well, I do want to earn a living. But, while a lot of people could care less about my cats and what I think of the weather, I hope that my work still stands out as unique and can be enjoyed by all. Very tricky thing to do.

While I experience frustrating technical difficulties with my workflow, I need something soothing to look at.

Until they become a gourmet dinner at Blue Hill.

After 6 plus hours of celebrating the marriage of Jeff and Erika, our abilities to capture a serious, tender moment faded.

The bus was late last evening but at least I had my camera to help pass some time.

My friend Marcos’s interview with me came at a really good time — http://www.marcossalazar.com/. Sometimes I feel I have a long way to go with my art, but I need to step back once in a while and acknowledge the things I have accomplished. You might recognize some of these images from previous blog posts but here is the complete collection that appears in the documentary, “A Nation Remembers — The Story of the Pentagon Memorial” http://www.flickr.com/photos/ploger/sets/72157607456987698/ which will air on national television sometime next year and can also be purchased here — http://www.45northcommunications.com/.

Today was one of those days where I didn’t know what to post. Nothing really jumped out at me. Looking through my images I sometimes feel there is no common thread, although apparently, I do have a certain style. When I submit to contests, I’m never sure what to send in. Trying to categorize, or fit a few of my images into a group is proving quite difficult. I guess I’ve had a couple of long-term projects with a certain trajectory, but my best work seems to come in fits and spurts. How does a ’street’ photographer package that into something that is popularly accepted? I feel like a soggy kitty.

So I didn’t have my ‘real’ camera walking down a west village street the other day, but iPhone to the rescue.

Actually a squirrel caught by my flash.

in a boat on the Potomac if you got that too…

I was also able to lunch with my sheep friends (and human friends) at Stone Barns, 30 miles up the Hudson.

At the end of this journey stands a most elegant memorial. From the ashes of an event so horrible and hateful to a renewal of soundness and life, this place is like no other — as individual as the people who died on 9/11/2001. My heartfelt and most sincerest thank you to all who contributed.

Paul and I attended a swanky event last eve., posing as the press, of course. Free drinks, celebrity sightings, a spectacular view of the financial district and this intense bartender made the evening more than worthwhile.

Just your run of the mill scenic shot taken near the IKEA in Red Hook.

Hurricane Hanna did her thing, and while some of us got soaked and lost shoes in torrents of rain we are now looking forward to a peaceful, dry Sunday.

At first glance this photo has no real drama. But, the interest is definitely in the details. Every time I look at this picture I see something new.

About 5 minutes of pure bliss and 6 hours of after shocks.

The DC area finally got some much needed relief in the form of rain. While it interfered with my photo plans, I wasn’t going to whine about it too much.

A rare, but, if I might add, effective use of flash used on super star Frances.

Not much going on in the middle of this photograph, but top and bottom reveal a little more interest.

Sometimes having the camera annoys me because I can get lost in a moment and then think, “oh, I need to take a picture of this” and my special moment is lost in getting my camera and fixing my settings, etc. But then I get home and look at the results and find I have that special little moment forever.

Train or the Turnpike? I choose train. Gave my brain a rest from reality and got a lot of reading done on my trip home today.

big weekend of sailing.

Today was our first day of sailing lessons. We learned about luffing, beating and jibing. I also learned I’m still swaying even though I type this from terra firma.

After spending some of the afternoon in the steamy NYC subway system, I needed to look at something that would cool me off — not that I want winter back or anything.

Just a random people shot taken on the IKEA ferry back to Manhattan last Saturday.

Riding through tornado country in Ohio, my friend Jess and I suddenly became very nervous when we spotted this suspicious formation of clouds. Glad I had my camera and glad I’m here to talk about it .

Some fancy duds on this lovely little lady. I love New York.

Ivan, clearly, was done with his breakfast.

I was in flight again today, this time returning from a very nice visit with my dear friend in Dayton, OH.

We were in Boston this weekend attending an opening at a gallery in which one of my photos was featured. Taking a break from the cramped gallery space, I spotted this Bulgarian beauty just outside, wearing my favorite color.

In the back of a cab the other night, I noticed that the low evening light really accentuated the hues of my lovely bruise. I think this sucker is going to be around awhile. Maybe I should give it a name. The cause of this monstrosity was…

Sometimes I wonder if I’m being too sly and underhanded sneaking photos of people without them knowing. But I like to think of it as simply capturing an honest moment. And yes, it is slightly blurry, but something I’m working on .

This is probably the view if one has had too much to drink. Fortunately just my camera was that low to the bar.

For those of you that watch The Wire, this is probably a familiar sight. From the view of my train, I saw with my own eyes that these corners in Baltimore really do exist — and this particular one is for the taking. Mos def.

Yes, another pool shot, but I’m loving the late afternoon/early evening light.

My mom’s kitty feeling cozy in her tissue paper bed.

On a more temperate night last week, we rode our bikes up the Hudson and stopped at one of my favorite landmarks, or should I say watermarks. Float Bridge No. 4, built in 1911, transferred rail cars to barges. “One of the most significant marine structures remaining in the city… showed less inclination to dump boxcars into the river.”

From the overly air conditioned car of my train, I gazed at the hot, hazy scenery outside my window.

Kitty’s claws got trimmed today.

This little one has many names — fizzy, Ava Grace, monkey, dude, Dahlia (her real name, but only when she says). Here she makes her debut as the Little Mermaid.

One of the cute sights we saw in Connecticut over the weekend.

I could go on and on with these Tucson beauty shots, but I should probably get back to earth with some other subjects.

One of many amazing sights from my brother’s backyard.

As some may know, I’m a weather nut. Needless to say I was completely enthralled with the show the skies put on for me in Tucson.

This 4th of July weekend was spent at my brother’s house in Tucson. I have always wanted to experience the extreme heat of the desert during summer but temps only hovered around the high 90s. Good enough for me and thank goodness for swimming pools.

Just another day walking through the west village.

Yes, I’m having a fine time with this 14mm lens. Ernie wanted to check it out too and took a big sniff.

My dear friend Pamela has let me borrow her camera before I actually take the plunge and buy a 5D for myself. It’s a good sign that this camera is the one for me when I capture a shot like this.

When I first really ‘looked’ at this picture I took (the moment I clicked the shutter, I wasn’t sure exactly what I had captured) it totally reminded me of a photo one of my instructors took in Italy (and is now on the cover of his book, Movimento). While I can only aspire to be as talented as Mr. Stein, it was fun for me to capture a sliver of a moment similar to his.

Last night a bunch of us hit up an outdoor concert at the South Street Seaport. I was so enthralled with the setting and the people, I barely moved two feet from my seat.

Photo by Rob

Daniel, with the locks of love, doesn’t necessarily blend in to his surroundings — especially sporting this extra stylish getup while on Friday afternoon’s boat ride along the Potomac River.

This photo was taken a few years ago, but as you can see in a more recent photo posted in March, I attempted to recreate its look.

We capped our long journey home from Annapolis at the Corner Bistro, our friendly neighborhood pub where we devoured a rejuvenating meal of burgers and beers.

My brother and I decided to try video conferencing. Of course, we had to take pictures of the event.

Actually, yesterday was quite fair with hardly any foul except a few minor criticisms of a Polish version of Macbeth, viewed in a gorgeous open air theater under the shadow of the Brooklyn Bridge.

There are times when I know I should take a picture, but if I’m in a hurry, slightly distracted or just plain lazy, I often miss a golden opportunity. The other day, I managed to pause, pull out the camera and photograph the activity surrounding me. Probably one of the most photographed stations in the U.S., I joined the masses and felt the thrill of capturing beautiful Grand Central Terminal and its travelers.

… and a clean kitty, who often escapes to the bottom of my laundry basket.

Well, actually a café up in Westchester where my friend Debbie’s work is beautifully displayed. The artist (pictured), my friend Pamela and I shared lunch and a relaxing afternoon together talking shop and taking in the gorgeous surroundings.

Last Saturday I had the distinct honor (and about 2 minutes) to photograph my friend’s daughter right before her graduation party.

Someone had set my G9 camera to shoot in sepia which turned out to be a refreshing switch from my usual color. Definitely a long exposure judging by the blurry figure in the foreground.

These little ones were having a grand time at my friend Elaine’s daughter’s graduation party last weekend, as was everyone else in attendance.

Last night I dreamt that my dad and I visited the memorial together. To get there we took an elevator from a very high floor of a tall building. It was a fast and fun ride down. When we stepped off the elevator, we were surrounded by shimmering pools of water broken up by patches of grass and stainless steel benches emerging from the ground. My dad then left, but I wasn’t alone.

It was so nice the other night to sit at Union Square and take in city life.

Last evening I shared drinks with an old friend at the Paramount Hotel in midtown Manhattan. The last time I was there was a few years ago when my dreams of moving to Manhattan were about to become reality. I took this photo back then, and while our room was smaller than a large closet, I could’ve cared less because of what lay outside.

More from the archives but fun to revisit this subject of hands in nature.

I love photography, but I spend a lot of time indoors in front of a computer editing and marketing the work I’ve done. Maybe, at some point I’ll be at a higher place, but I might as well enjoy the climb.

Pretty view, pretty restaurant, generally pretty people, and pretty food could all be found last Saturday evening at the Old Hickory Steakhouse in National Harbor, MD.

Our last stop before heading back to NY was a visit with Paul’s brother’s family.

I decided to use the fringe on an old lamp as hair on one of my classmates while in Cape May to help pass some time.

It’s rare to come across someone as giving and photogenic as this guy.

During our tour around Wildwood, NJ, we saw a lot of fancy cars and blue metal palm trees.

It all began last Friday afternoon — a NY celebration of bdays and best friends. Monday afternoon finds me tired and hungover in an empty apartment, but with many delicious memories.

Wandering around Wildwood, NJ, during the off-season one will find an abundance of empty swimming pools. Diana, my model du jour, and I made the best of the situation.

Today marks my 365th post — one year’s worth of pictures.

While the weather held out for our photo workshop yesterday in Cape May, NJ, we weren’t as lucky today.

Nothing too adventurous about this photo, but to me, the Peony is IT. Today, in the morning light, I was enthralled by my purchase of peonies. The longest used flowers in ornamental culture, they are delicate, rare, seasonal, and soaked with an alluring scent.

It was a busy and productive weekend, at least for some of us…

These cold rainy days are getting real old. The first warm, sunny day I’m taking a leisurely walk to get my favorite dark chocolate ice cream down on Bleecker St.

This is a favorite from the archives. The rainbow color on the windows is real — I think a combination of mist and sun reflected on the glass. I did, however, enhance the color slightly in Photoshop for emphasis.

My bro gives my mom a quick lesson in the use of chopsticks at a favorite dim sum restaurant.

Sunglasses, iPhone (w/headphones), purse, camera and furry tote bag.

This past weekend I was on the road again, visiting friends who allowed me to photograph them in their homes for a project I’m working on. It was raining outside of Abe’s house and available light was difficult to come by but I think I captured a moment in the life of a man who lost his wife on 9/11.

As some may know, I’m not a big fan of (human) feet but I have been learning how to embrace them ever so slightly. They have to be pretty nice looking feet to be posted on my blog, however, and these are some of the nicest.

Slightly jet-lagged, I felt like I was in another world at the Holiday Inn in St. Louis last week. The smell of chlorine and humid air trapped by the ceiling added to my overall displacement. I secretly wished my room faced this indoor playroom, but you can’t have it all. (I’m not exactly sure why I typed the title of this entry in french, but I suspect its because piscine is one of my favorite words ever.)

At approximately 8:30 a.m. yesterday morning in a factory in Missouri, the last 4 benches of the 184 total for the Pentagon Memorial were formed. Poured from 3,000 degree molten ferralium (titanium equivalent) the hardened benches will be polished and shipped to their final destination in Arlington, Virginia.

Always good times with my thirsty friends, Deb and Dina. The table we sat at was illuminated which was a bit annoying but I like the results in this photo.

What a wonderful thing to be able to photograph my dear friend Elaine and her beautiful kids.

Paul’s niece, Frances, about to embark on a super taste sensation.

Always looking for people and things to photograph I seem to have hit a slow spot. So I turn to myself in a dirty public restroom. At least my nose, which I’ve never been a huge fan of, is conveniently hidden.

Just one of those moments when I notice a special kind of light.

A pleasant treat awaited me at my mom’s house last week… her home made enchiladas.

As I learn more and more about the history of NYC and the surrounding area, I always try and imagine what it would have been like a mere 200 years ago. From historical accounts, the area was teeming with wild life and there was this amazing, unmistakable floral scent. Oysters a foot long could be plucked out of the water. I know it will never be the same, but I hope that our ugly human tracks can be covered with nature once again.

Ernie was so relaxed, he didn’t realize he was slipping off my lap. This pic was a tad difficult to take, but thanks to the simplicity of the iPhone, I was able to capture the moment.

Somewhat similar in nature to my previous blog post and just as fun to photograph. I realize he’s without arms, but I love the dust coming off his shoes and the light reflecting off his hat.

Taken from my table on the second floor of Merkato 55 last night in the west village.

Last night we went to Fette Sau to “pig” out on some amazing bbq. Once our food coma set in, I pulled out the camera. Lately, I’ve been shooting from the hip (avoiding looking through the viewfinder) and it seems that people react differently to the camera. I like the look on Josh’s face (pictured, right) — he looks genuinely content.

Ernie usually gets all the limelight but its about time Sammy Sam got some too.

But sausages. Vienna Sausages (said to contain riboflavin). Dedicated to my friend Kelly.

The lovely lady is my grandmother. My mom and I recently went through a collection of old photographs, and this one is my favorite. What modern camera can take a picture like this? And, at the time this was taken, photographs were usually posed whereas this image capture was more spontaneous. There is hint of a farm house in the background, and I love the figure(s) on the right.

Always on the lookout for bright, shiny objects, I spotted this little heart of glitter in the middle of a pocket of filth on the sidewalk. As I was taking a closer look at it, someone stopped next to me thinking I had dropped something, but when I tried to explain I thought this would make a cool picture, they quickly turned on their heels and walked away. (Taken by my iPhone).

Taking advantage of the soft afternoon light I shot this slightly overexposed photograph (intentionally) just a few minutes ago. Making the bed is never really an option when the cats have fresh-out-of-the-dryer sheets to play in.

This was taken a couple of Fridays ago as our plane was being de-iced. Miraculously we took off (and landed) with ease, but a bright warm sunny day is the stuff of dreams right now.

This gorgeous cocktail table (or coffee table, depending on your preference) is almost done. Courtesy of my bro, this priceless bday gift will soon find its way into my living room.

Photo courtesy of Rob Ploger.

I picked up my black and white film from the lab yesterday (one of the rare labs left that still develop b/w film). I took about 600-700 digital color photos during my last trip to AZ but only two rolls of 36 with black and white film (I’ll talk about editing in a future post). Because I know that b/w film is a little more precious these days, I was being a bit more careful with my shots, but was surprised that my percentage of good photos increased compared with the digital. I’m not sure if this pic is one of my favorites, but I thought it would be interesting to compare with the previous blog post. In addition I was sort of attempting to recreate a photo I took of my bro a couple of years ago (another future blog post) with the black and white. While I think the photograph is somewhat successful, I also think I could use a new scanner if I want to get rid of the muddiness and sharp contrast that is typically absent in a darkroom print. Anyway, I could go on but I’m a bit chatty this evening, so I think I’ll sign off since this is a “photo” blog after all.

In keeping with yesterday’s post, here is another shadow shot. BTW, taking pictures with a heavy camera while riding a horse is a little on the difficult side. I’m just glad my horse, Notch, kept her cool.

My brother’s cat, June, found a yummy crumb on the table. Her shadow looks kind of like a bunny. I like bunnies.

Fuzzy portrait of my brother, Rob.

The Lazy K Bar Guest Ranch in Tucson, AZ, has many unusual smells particularly for a city dweller like me.

It’s back to the cold after a warm vacation out west.

 Phoenix to Tucson today, on a bus (not running).

Leaving the snow behind, I find myself in the southwest again to visit friends and my bro (pictured).

Generally, it was a crappy ride down to DC until I witnessed this amazing sky.

The trip home is always long, but I just made the train and spent minimal time out in the blustery cold.

Weekends usually mean at least one breakfast at Le BonBonniere, a scruffy diner in the west village. This “temple of grease” attracts movie stars and average folks like ourselves.

Our room at the Sagebrush Inn, Taos, N.M.

…and the people who dared to photograph him. This guy and his buds were at Coney Island to watch the Polar Bears do their thing.

I haven’t posted a food shot in a while. As much as I have been avoiding all ‘fast’ food I will make the occasional exception. This was my lunch on xmas day. It tasted about as good as it looked, which isn’t saying much.

A trip to the West Side Rifle Range, hidden in the middle of Manhattan, was like visiting another world.

Tonight will be the opening night of a gallery show featuring a variety of work from up and coming artists, including five (5!) works of my own. Come to the HPGRP gallery to see!

Not an artsy shot but relevant. I spotted this cute couple the night before the big game.

Today my photo group took a tour of Grand Central Terminal (if you call it a station you’d actually be referring to its original name pre 1913 or the current post office nearby). We learned lots of interesting historical facts. Back in the late 1950s, in order to bring in revenue to a struggling depot and in response to the space race with Russia, Grand Central erected an American missile in the main concourse. The missile was a few feet taller than the ceiling, so a tiny black hole was cut to make it fit. You can still see the hole in the midst of the (backwards) constellations and even our tour guide could not explain why the hole was never filled in. This photo doesn’t show the hole but is only representative of just one corner of the ceiling.

Another bday for the record books. I was trying to think of something deep and meaningful to write for this post — how bdays are great but suck, etc. I’m over it. Simply put, I had my gin (with one olive), cards and notes from all my loving friends and family, and that was just right. Dinner at Babbo was icing on the bday cake.

Little kitty, here, dismembered his red mousy toy. So it was off to the pet store to find a red (aren’t cats supposed to be color blind?), real fur, mousy that rattled, or else. I had turned into the dog owner in the movie Best In Show that had to have the Busy Bee. The pet store owner thought I was nuts.

As I am attracted to all things clear, this frozen grate on the grounds of the Saint Francis Cathedral in New Mexico captured my attention.

Photographing while inside of a moving car does not particularly yield good photographs. Undaunted, I clicked away, using the condensation on my passenger window as a filter.

I went to Wal-Mart for the first time ever and Nazar captured the moment perfectly.

This is probably one of the pics that I shot literally from my hip. I love how there is tension around the bottom of the photo. Technically its bad to ’see’ any sign of the photographer in a shot but what the heck. All the things that are wrong seem right to me in this image.

This statue outside the Saint Francis Cathedral in Santa Fe, NM had an eerie light around it. Other religious icons in and around the church also had an air of creepiness. Is it intentional or is it just how I see it?

Yikes. I never intended to go so long without a blog post. Apologies. Maybe it had something to do with being completely transfixed by the New Mexico scenery over the past few days…

After a long day of travels our group has all convened in Taos, N.M.

In keeping with my southwest theme, this is a pic from an excursion to Plaza Blanca, or as Georgia O’Keeffe dubbed it, “the White Place.” A little off the beaten path, the sandstone cliffs and bleached rock formations feel otherworldly. Over exposing the shot emphasizes its natural brightness (I meant to do that .

I have winter on the brain. This photo, courtesy of guest photographer Rob Ploger, was taken last year after a rare snowfall in Tucson.

After a rousing game of touch football on Saturday this is how I felt on Sunday.

This coming week we’re off to Taos, NM to do a little skiing. I hope this old bag-o-bones is up to the task. I took this pic over a year ago in Taos and I’m very much looking forward to photographing under the amazing light of New Mexico again.

I think Paul is a lot taller than I thought.

Last weekend, Paul and I escaped the city — destination, historic Tarrytown. We stayed at the site of the oldest american conference center — Tarrytown House Estate. We had views of the Hudson and were greeted by this lonely statue at the base of our hotel building.

This was taken with my new camera, a Canon PowerShot G9. While it doesn’t quite take the pictures that my workhorse SLR can, it has a ton of handy features, but mostly it gives my shoulders and back a break because of it’s small size and portability. Thank goodness.

I arrived at Coney Island about an hour before the polar bears did their thing. The rain had just stopped and I saw the opportunity for some gorgeous scenic shots by the water. In my rain boots, I trudged down to the water and did my thing with the camera.

This lovely lady is inhaling a few last drags of her cigarette before disrobing and taking the plunge. I love how you can kind of see the bleak ocean reflected in her sunglasses and the touch of smoke emanating from her lips.

For the first day of 2008 I was determined to go watch the polar bears at Coney Island. They are a lively bunch who run into the ocean, supposedly for their health. Needless to say, with temperatures hovering around 40 degrees, I saw a lot of pink skin.

The other day, Paul and I took an hour-long tour of Yankee’s stadium which included this unique view of the ball field from the press box.

Little Frances is showing off her new Sit and Spin (now with music!).

As with a lot of families, there are foods that stick around year after year for better or for worse… eggnog, fruitcake, jello salad, holiday wreath cake, pickled cream herring, my uncle’s special scrambled eggs, etc. I was just reading an article about the English history and tradition of Christmas pudding. While it never really caught on in America, another tradition that originally came from France through the English was pumpkin pie. From France?? Anyway, while my own cooking goes in and out of style, I always try and make a batch of bourbon balls to celebrate the season (from a recipe my friend Melina gave me almost a decade ago).

No houseplant is safe here.

This was taken on opening night for the new Apple store conveniently/dangerously located in our neighborhood. I thought I’d be able to get my free tshirt and leave, but I couldn’t even get within 20 feet of the door. This post brought to you by my Apple iphone, of course.

I’ve been studying and photographing the world through a 35 mm, rectangular frame. After being told by a portfolio reviewer in New Orleans and an instructor at ICP that my ‘eye’ might be better expressed through a medium format/square frame I’m considering making the leap. It’s not like changing brands of soap and it will require money, time and effort on my part. But, if I can ultimately take a better picture, then it’s all worth it. This was one of my very first attempts taken at Topkapi Palace, Istanbul, a couple of years back.

I tried to show Ernie some photos of himself but obviously he could have cared less.

Vegetable soup was on the menu this evening (and grilled cheese), but let’s just focus on the fact that we avoided the evil takeout menu and enjoyed a home cooked meal in Manhattan.

Today was windy, rainy and icy, and I was in a class room learning about how my two book ideas have already been taken. On the bright side, I walked away from class feeling excited about my collection of Coney Island and Ernie pics, and with the help and encouragement of students and teacher, will continue to pursue what I love.

A couple of nights ago, we headed over to the east village for some Ethiopian cuisine. Here is a shot of the owner of Meskel and I must say his cooking is as bright and colorful as his smile.

This cold weather is rough on wanna-be photographers. And as I type this, I hear sleet pounding the windows. So I turn my focus inward and keep shooting the other animate objects that reside in this warm apartment.

Kind of like pigeons, styrofoam often makes it into some of my shots.

Yes, it’s a self portrait (among other ‘things’). So, as I was editing some work, I noticed that shiny objects can be very revealing (that’s me in the reflection).

At first I was kind of grossed out by this milky water at the foot of the stairs to the St. Louis Cathedral on the edge of Jackson Square, New Orleans. But the reflection and overall tone of the image is subtle and soft.

A 200 hundred year old landmark that suspends time is one of my favorite places for a sazerac and a muffuletta.

As we drove closer to the now rebuilt levy in the 9th Ward, we noticed an increase in empty lots as well as stairways leading to nothing.

This was a fairly typical scene as we drove through the ravaged area of the 9th ward in New Orleans. No more people. No more neighborhoods. House, after abandoned house — all empty shells, most spray painted with codes designating their destiny to be bulldozed or saved.

This is a lot of what I saw between New Orleans and New York today. The sky offered up some soothing scenes.

I’m not sure what to say about this photo, so ‘winds of change’ will have to do.

Another pic of the beautiful model from my nude class a number of months back.

From singing at the top of your lungs in a dark, nondescript numbered room with a phone to order your booze, to eating caviar and drinking the finest champagne with a commanding view from the Time Warner building, we enjoyed the weekend from one extreme to the other. Karaoke and Per Se are a great way to experience the nightlife in NY.

Last night was the night. We had waited two long months but it finally arrived. Our reservations at Per Se were cashed in (and I mean cashed) and we were transported to another world of taste. Food and wine pairings have never been more pleasurable.

Pensive and pigeon-toed.

I’m not sure who took this picture yesterday, but I kind of like it in its nondescript sort of way. A terrific combination of football, friends, turkey and pumpkin pie made for a very satisfying thanksgiving.

They are a bit tired and destined for le garbage but they’re still roses. My reflection in the mirror of me is blurry, but its still me.

This past weekend we spent some precious time with little Frances, Paul’s niece, who can light up anyone’s day.

My family hasn’t had much luck with purebred cats. They are more prone to health issues due to the intense and controlled breeding processes purebreds go through. Callie, my mom’s current cat is a siamese mix — healthy, a good mouse hunter and one of a kind.

A squirrel-proof bird feeder is a tough thing to find. As we were eating our breakfast, this little guy took a flying leap to his (hers?).

I took this photo about a year ago for my roll-a-day class (actually on my way to class). When I was in the east village yesterday I noticed that the building that was under construction then is now complete. I hope that all this “progress” doesn’t encroach on what makes this neighborhood so full of character.

Whenever I’m feeling under the weather a good bowl of Pho usually does the trick. This delicious Vietnamese national soup is a combination of heady broth, chewy rice noodles, sweet spices and scintillating herbs and can be further boosted in flavor with the addition of thin slices of beef tendon, tripe, brisket and the like. Koreatown, on 32nd St. is where you can find the best.

The main characters in this dance are the street cleaners, those unfortunate enough to have a car in the city and the parking police — all set in a typical NY neighborhood. Twice a week, I get in my car not 2 minutes before 11:00 a.m. when the street cleaning is to begin. I pull out of my space and drive around the neighborhood for at least half an hour or until I see the wet brush marks of a street cleaning truck alongside an empty curb. Along with the dozens of other cars circling around we begin to pull in, grabbing the prime spots. Then we wait. Books, magazines, cell phones, beach chairs (I’ve seen it) — anything to kill the time in or around our vehicles until 12:30 p.m. (they will ticket you if you are not in your car before the street cleaning time is up). Three days later it begins all over again. This was my view from the car for about an hour and a half.

During my hard-core black and white days, I took this shot in Tucson, Arizona. It was a photo that at one point was included in my repertoire but has since lost favor. As my photo library grows by leaps and bounds some images stick around and some, unfortunately, get edited out.

lazy post. But it’s my boy, Ernie, who I never tire of unless he wakes me up at 5 a.m.

Today is the perfect day to stay in and bake cookies.

And again, I had another successful photo shoot with my cat. I really need to get out more.

Mom needed a photo of her and her cat Callie to put on this year’s holiday stationary. I was happy to oblige.

Another shot from the NYC Marathon.

More from my cat Ernie.

The mental and physical strength it takes to run 26 miles is staggering. Congratulations to my friend Tulani (she’s the one wearing the flashy foil blanket — given to the runners for warmth, not fashion) for participating in the 2007 New York City Marathon. We (Tulani’s sister, mom, cousin, Paul and I) were all honored to be in the presence of a true athlete.

A few days ago I went to the Annie Leibovitz exhibit in DC. Up until then, I had seen the occasional magazine cover or spread, heard the random opinion of her work and witnessed a whole lot of hype for this photographer. I always find it interesting to see the work of famous photographers that is rarely in the public eye. Ansel Adams, while only known for his landscapes had a fabulous eye for people. In Ms. Leibovitz’s case, the exhibit showed the stripped down portraits of famous people, yet intertwined were images of her personal life as well as some of her quiet and sometimes bleak, oversized landscapes. Seeing all of these photos together, she is now more real to me.

As we were winding our way towards the Annie Leibovitz exhibit housed at the Corcoran Gallery in Washington DC, my mom and I experienced this mesmerizing light show. In the center of the light-filled circular room was this statue, bathed in colorful lights just like the surrounding walls. Along with the soothing psychedelic music, I could have lingered there for hours.

There is definitely a pattern where my close-up portraits are concerned. The subject is pushed so close to the edge of the frame. I’m not sure why I do this, but why fight it. Maybe its because it leaves a little mystery to the viewer and you don’t necessarily have to see the whole face to get a good enough sense of a person. Or maybe I’m just fascinated with people’s hair, as that is what usually ends up centered on the page .

This Polish dumpling was soon to be joined with at least a hundred more. It was definitely the start of something good thanks to Paul’s mom who graciously shared her special recipe with all of us.

It’s time to pull out the cold-weather clothes. This dynamic couple was spotted on our walk around the west village yesterday.

I know. This is a photo blog, not an illustration blog. After submitting a collection of my work to a design competition today, I can barely look at a photograph now. This is the original illustration I drew that resulted in my w-stop logo.

I don’t know if this is artistic, but it meets my food aesthetic standards. Classic pairings — blue cheese, walnuts, pomegranate, endive — and so simple. Anyway, it was also lunch on a photographer’s budget.

The craftmanship on some of these instruments on display at the Metropolitan Museum of Art is mind-blowing. Even the ends of the keys are adorned with hand-carved (I would imagine) decoration.

Today our photo group got together to discuss and critique each other’s work. One of the topics that kept coming up was cropping. As a sometimes curmudgeon purist, I believe all the cropping that needs to happen is when you press the shutter on your camera, at the exact moment you approve of the area you want to capture. Everything that is contained in that frame is integral to the meaning of the whole photo. Cropping it further, changes the meaning completely — which, as someone pointed out today, is perfectly ok. I also like thinking without borders, as well, and have secretly cropped further at least one or two images in my life — but not this photo of my friend Jo. Although, now that I think about it, maybe a touch can be taken off the left side .

Sometimes referred to as the Iron Horse, New York’s subway system is convenient, inexpensive and full of character and characters. This shot, however, is one that advertisers might use in commercials — no people, sunny and clean (except for the artful graffiti on the windows). Kind of like those car commercials that show a fast car on an empty road which we all know, rarely happens in the real world. BTW, if you look closely, you might notice the parachute jump at Coney Island through the window.

Today, I’m embarrassed to say, was the first time I have been to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I think I was a little nervous by how overwhelmed I’d be. It was big and crowded and amazing. This photo was a small moment of respite, fittingly, in the Japanese wing.

While at the PhotoPlus Expo yesterday, along with my friends Pamela and Debbie, we talked about how our photographs seem to age or change over time. Pictures that we may have taken months or years ago can sometimes look entirely different than how we remembered them. I have overlooked many a picture, only to discover them in a completely new light. I guess ultimately that is attributed to the changes and growth of the photographer and the distance you are from the actual event of taking the picture. I never gave this photo a second glance a year and a half ago, but now it really appeals to me.

Definitely not your fine dining experience — hopefully the trucks and tower are more than 300 feet away from the Pot O Gold. The trip home from Pennsylvania last Sunday was a long one but it was nice to have my camera with me to photograph some of the countryside.

This photo I took of Tomo did not make the cut. The lighting, the framing, the pose, all way off. Definitely the photographer’s fault. But, there is one thing that isn’t my fault. Check out the store employee in the background. I have a feeling a lot of photographers use this particular store front as a back drop and obviously this man objects.

This was kind of a lucky shot as I was attempting to capture cool pics of Melanie but the focus was also on the sexy lady on her shirt.

So this photo may look pretty cool, but when you think about it, you might start to wonder what people were doing playing croquet — in the dark (this was taken with an extremely long exposure). I’m not sure I know the answer either. But it was fun for at least a few minutes.

As dependent as I have become on my digital camera, I still like to remind myself that film still captures something that digital cannot. Having a cute and charming subject, like Jess’s baby Ivan, in the frame doesn’t hurt either.

Well, at least I think she kind of looks like Drew Barrymore. It’s entirely possible here in the west village. With the lighting and high grain, Erika pulls it off nicely.

I recently purchased a stand to hold my light reflectors. It is yet another piece of equipment that at least helps me to look like I know what I’m doing when I take pictures. Once I wore out my welcome photographing Paul, I moved on to the cat to see if there were new ways I could light and photograph him.

Actually, the sign really says “post no bill” but I like how Tomo hides the letters enough so it looks like it says something else. While most of the shots I took of her were posed, I like that this is unplanned and more natural.

Yesterday my job was to shoot some ‘commercial’ photos for Tomo’s portfolio. While creativitiy is typically held at bay for commercial shots, I very much enjoyed capturing a sunny and beautiful girl in her element.

I have always had this fixation with all things clear — glass, lucite, water, etc. Once I bought a clear plastic trash can because it looked so pretty on the shelf, but it wasn’t so effective in hiding my garbage. Anyway, you can guess that I absolutely love the old glass door knobs in my apartment and thought I’d try and capture their beauty on film (or memory card).

When your bedroom is also your office, one gets creative with all the flat surfaces available to work with. Here, I have to share my space with one cat who doesn’t seem to mind as I edit my working prints into something more cohesive.

Don’t know them, just took their picture.

My good friends just came back from a trip to Alaska and captured some amazing shots of this glacier. Notice the pockets of bluish-aqua water in between the crevasses and frozen in the ice. Thanks to Rob for letting me post this shot!

After a rousing game of tennis a few weeks ago, I was alert enough to still capture this scene near the east river tennis courts with my phone. It looks so peaceful and quiet in the picture, but I’m standing on a walkway over the FDR Drive/highway and the bridge is rarely silent.

Sommeliers can sometimes carry an air of snobbery about them (or maybe we’re just jealous that we don’t get to talk about wine for a living). I wasn’t about to question this guy’s taste for wine for fear he would hurt me.

I’m not sure whether I was framing this shot just to be different (likely), or I wanted to capture that itty bitty plane in the upper right (not likely, but a happy accident). The concrete ice cream cone with accompanying mermaid tail is another in a bunch of odd sites at Coney Island.

Paul and I had a chance to catch up with friends while we were in D.C. this past weekend at one of our favorite mexican restaurants. Here, Paul (left) is bringing everyone up to speed with his NY stories, but I think Mike is wondering why Paul didn’t try and run a comb through his hair.

Leaving the subway that lands you at Coney Island, you will see some old pictures that have been enlarged and colorized. I like the juxtaposition of old and new transportation methods shown here. BTW, this post is brought to you by my iPhone as the power at my mom’s house has gone out.

Here is another tiny section of Coney Island that is showing its age. The image on this storefront security gate is quite fetching despite (because of?) the peeling paint.

Unintentionally, I captured lovely butterfly number 3, and a very lovely face to boot.

This one is kind of tricky, but if you look closely, the butterfly will reveal itself. And it was a good excuse to try and catch these leisurely men in action.

No, that isn’t a spec of dirt on your monitor. It is a butterfly (or purfly as I called it as a child) that I was lucky enough to capture flying next to my favorite roller coaster, the Cyclone. Yes, it was another day for me at Coney Island, this time with my fellow photographers, wandering the now closed park (except on weekends). There were a bunch of these pretty bugs flying around and we must have been quite a sight (or maybe it was just me), swinging our cameras all around trying to photograph them.

Our second night in Vegas, we all sat down to contemplate how we were going to put away 16 oz. steaks and goose fat potatoes at Strip House. I must say that the decor in the restaurant was conducive to our appetites and the lighting very flattering on my friend Doreen.

As I removed the pillows to make the bed I was surprised to see two of my cat Ernie’s little mousies. Those are his favorite toys because they make a rattling noise, which is why I think, in my sleepy haze, I shoved them under the pillow the night before.

Today I went over to the Aperture Gallery to see “Lisette Model and Her Successors.” There was a lot of imagery that I really could relate to, and in an attempt to try and define my own style I noticed a couple of quotes that seemed to speak to me. Model said, “Don’t click the shutter until the experience makes you feel embarassed” and “Exploitation is not my aim, revelation is.” Generally, I’ve played it pretty safe on my blog but I think I need to hold back less and push myself more in an attempt to find some vague boundaries to my art. I took this photo on one of my recent excursions to Coney Island and think it fits into this post quite nicely.

This is the real reason to come to Vegas. In-n-Out. Actually, we didn’t quite make it on this trip which, while heart breaking, is probably better for our hearts.

Beyond the beautiful fountain display at the Bellagio are numerous cranes building what will eventually be City Center — the largest something ‘r other in Vegas and even the world.

Here’s another shot from the 62nd Bug Out a few weeks back. In addition to the drag races, people from all over would come to show off their pride and joy (notice the mirror to reflect how beautiful the under side of this Volkswagon is).

I often struggle for words in my blog posts. This is one of them.

Tomorrow. Vegas. These guys here are enjoying the show at Fremont Street.

Again, I post another blurry picture. I think I’m experiencing a lack of focus where my photography is concerned. I’m not sure whether I’m genuinely uninspired or just need a break. Even pictures of Ernie aren’t doing it for me. I also just attended an afternoon seminar on the business of photography, and while I learned a thing or two, my camera seems extra heavy. Well, I’ll just let it run its course and hopefully an interesting picture will find me if I don’t find it first.

I just read an article in the NY Times about the possibility of preserving and restoring the carousel at Coney Island. If I understand the article correctly, the horses you see here, carved in Brooklyn pre 1930’s have been disasembled and are already in storage. A debate continues to be played out by developers and city officials who want to preserve the amusement district. Lets hope history prevails.

Sitting next to us in a country restaurant in the Catskills was this old dusty piano. I hope at the very least it’s brought back to life for special occasions.

Next weekend we’re off to Vegas. Even though the city would like to promote itself as family friendly, it is still a playground for adults. Up until a few years ago, I had never been. This will be my 5th time with plans to go again before the end of the year. This photo was taken at one of the Wynn’s decadent buffets last year.

Donning my new tennis shoes, I sat down to watch the final match of this year’s US Open from the comfort of my living room — this image borrowed from my evening at Flushing Meadows a week and a half ago. Roger Federer, who makes tennis look elegant and effortless is a champion once again.

Yesterday I had the opportunity to tour the construction site of the Pentagon Memorial. After years of viewing artist renderings, blue prints and using my imagination, I was able to finally see and touch a place that will, in another year, be like no other.

So, on my wall hangs a picture that appeared in my first New York art show. The kind director at the hpgrp gallery accepted two of my pieces that sat amongst a number of other artists for the tail end of the gallery’s $99 Art Fair. While this is just a start in my pursuit of fine art recognition, I am happy to see a monetary value placed on my photographs. The price tag shall remain.

From the moment I woke up this morning, I was looking forward to lunch. BLT and chips were on the menu, although this tomato would have been just fine solo.

It was a perfect evening for tennis and wanna-be photographers like me. With the exception of the drunk woman behind us yelling ‘Go Blake’ every 10 seconds, the men’s U.S. Open match we watched was very exciting, with James Blake eventually winning in 5 sets. I was trying to be sneaky and photograph people in the audience without them noticing. Guess I need to try harder.

Finally, after all these years, I made it to the 62nd Bug Out held at the Old Dominion Raceway in Manassas, Virginia. My cousin Beth takes the wheel of this impressive Karmann Ghia (built from the inside out from my other cousin Dave) in preparation for the upcoming drag race. The Plogers were out in force, leaving quite an impression on all the other competitors at the track.

Another over exposed picture (for my growing collection), but the model is not. Fortunately, Ryan took time out of his ‘real’ job to help me out with mine. He made the restaurant I had to photograph look really fun and good — his photo eventually appearing on the pages of the New York Press.

I took an all-too-short vacation to Dayton to visit with my friend Jessica and her new baby boy, Ivan. I was smitten from the start.

Just plain, or with my favorite combination of bacon, mayo, lettuce and bread. These are the real deal. None of this perfectly shaped and uniformly red mealy crap you get at the grocery store any other time of the year.

A couple of beers, good friends and a camera gave me this shot (taken on the rooftop of a friend’s party last Saturday).

At least they are spectacularly beautiful ones.

Many years ago, we found her, skinny and thirsty — or more precisely, she found us. Plump and healthy she was lovingly described as Rubenesque. While she had the sweetest disposition a cat could have, she was also the toughest cat I’ve ever known. May the sun shine on you forever.

Paul and I don’t really have any good pictures of the two of us. We still don’t. This self portrait we took during our hike in the Catskills this weekend has some definite issues. On the bright side (so-to-speak) this pic kind of fits in with my whole over exposure phase that I’m currently going through. Maybe I won’t delete this one.

A stop to a farm on our way home from the Catskills was in order. We picked up some dairy and meat products and said hi to the pigs (from a distance).

and even if you’re not, I’d say it is impossible for anyone to resist this ridiculously cute saint bernard puppy. Paul and I took a vacation away from our cats and away from the city over the weekend up in the Catskills (maybe it should have been called Puppyskills) and had the pleasure of meeting little (soon-to-be-big) Ozzy.

There’s no pussy-footing around at the Corner Bistro. Get the Bistro burger, complete with a mound of Bacon (spelled with a capital B), cheese, ketchup, lettuce, etc.

Continuing Paul’s bday celebration yesterday, we migrated over to our favorite burger spot, the Corner Bistro.

In an attempt to save space, we placed baskets under the bed to store our clothing. The cats believe we’ve installed 6 new comfy beds for them.

My mom shared with me this odd scene that she had noticed on some of her walks around her neighborhood. She wanted me to take a picture of it for her but I didn’t have my camera at the time (and I kind of dropped a hint that she could just as easily take a picture of it herself). Anyway, I was also intrigued by this creepy railing that just sort of ends in midair, so on my drive out of town, I hopped out of the car and stole a shot.

As a sometimes keen observer of the world, I can look out the window of an airplane for many, many hours. Amazing how one can be so high above the earth with the help of some aluminum parts and a little engineering.

New York was just a short train ride away, but walking down the street in this small town in Jersey made me feel worlds away.

Coney Island takes on a whole new feel at night. I like this shot because a security vehicle was off to the right illuminating the people in the foreground, which gives the picture a little extra dimension.

So this might not excite you so much, but I just had two of my copper pots retinned (over time, and if not treated properly, the tin lining in copper pans can weaken and fall off creating a potentially poisonous cooking hazard). I shipped the lusterless pans off to a specialty shop in Colorado and within a few weeks they came back all sparkly and new.

Paul made a trio of gazpacho, avocado and cucumber soups for dinner the other evening. I was so impressed, as was the guy on tv.

I couldn’t wait to post this picture. My brother, a builder of all things beautiful and unique, decided one day to construct a replica of Stonehenge using Twinkies (my favorite fake food snack) based on a haiku that his friend, Jim, composed.

This was a lighter moment during my ‘nude’ workshop over this past weekend. I had my model (also a dancer) spread her toes (because I loved her feet) which made her laugh. I took 500-plus photos altogether and am happy with the results. I thank the two beautiful and accommodating models for all of their hard work. They made it look easy, but continually jumping (among other things), just so us amateurs could get the shot was an impressive feat (feet?).

I think there are two things that are interesting about this photo taken last evening. The first would be the glow of the computer screen lighting up Paul’s face during the last natural light of the day, and the second would be the framing of the shot (I find I’m directed way to the right of the picture where I rest for a couple of seconds then slowly make my way back past the wine bottle and mirror). Otherwise, the pic is a little on the dull side.

Yesterday was the first day of a 3 day intensive course on photographing nudes — something I’ve been wanting to do and finally have the opportunity. It is a lovely thing but I feel like it’s all been done before. I want to put the two beautiful girls we have as models in a completely different setting, but it is nice to have the 10-20 minutes each to shoot each day.

Ernie looks almost like a person here. It reminds me of an Olan Mills photo where you can almost here the photographer directing the cat to tilt his head slightly and lower his chin. I must say the natural light in this room of our apartment is dreamy.

I had been eyeing this window display for a number of months now, but finally, I had my camera and grabbed the picture. It is kind of crazy to think how many window displays are in NY and how each (sleek or tacky) tries to tell the story of what is inside the store its representing.

Sitting behind us at the game last night were a team of Japanese kids supporting their man Hideki Matsui. Matsui gave them a real show by hitting two homeruns leading the Yankees to a 16-3 win against the White Sox.

After a week of not picking up the camera (so bad), I finally found a subject that inspired me. As I entered the home of the host of our first photo group yesterday, I was greeted by countless doggies. This was one of Jimmy’s cuties.

I don’t care how hot it gets. I would take a summer day over a winter one, especially if it means having a perfectly grilled hamburger while lounging on the grass.

Detail of Coney Island.

Something pretty to look at.

The silhouette, a technique I have rarely attempted in photography, at least intentionally, can be effective if done right. Again, Coney Island provided the perfect back drop, so with a few adjustments on my manual setting, this is what the camera saw.

Finally, after about a year and a half of living here in NY, I made it to the American Museum of Natural History. It’s said that the museum’s dioramas are the most renowned anywhere because of their attention to detail of animals in their habitats. One afternoon is hardly enough time to see all that the museum has to offer so I’m sure I’ll be back again soon to frolic with the animals.

The Wonder Wheel at Coney Island offers spectacular views but it is also cool to have a closer look at the old ferris wheel’s construction while one is riding it.

I admit, I have fallen for the park that was once the playground of the world. Is it because the Cyclone is made entirely of wood and not steel? Or is it the wistfulness one feels on a cold weekday in spring where the only people around are the homeless seeking shelter under the boardwalk and a handful of Russians walking the vast beach? Maybe because, in some ways, it’s a haven for those who don’t want to conform to today’s way of life. Or maybe it’s because I know that everything that is Coney Island now won’t be there in a year. Every picture I have taken and will take is my way of preserving a place that has managed to shrug off change.

So many pictures have been taken of this ride, but this one beats them all. There is only one Coney Island and only one roller coaster that can elicit this kind of reaction. Once again, this hidden gem of an amusement park did not disappoint.

My collection of cameras is growing — although I was hoping that the iphone could at least take a halfway decent photo. I’m not complaining as this little expensive piece of technology, that I have been drooling over for the past few months, does so many other impressive things.

This pig trash can at Coney Island will gladly eat your garbage.

My jewelry stash came in handy for this part of the shoot with Tomo. Hopefullly this photo of ‘fake’ bling will translate into real bling for her. I was flattered to hear that she will be using this pic, among others for her upcoming casting calls. Good luck Tomo!

My friend Jessica recently reminded me of a photo I have from our bitchin’ trip to London a few years back. Who knows what we’re looking at here but it’s definitely not the camera which is pointed at our pod on the London Eye. So we paid a few bucks for the cheesy tourist photo, but for me, it was worth every euro.

I like my cereal, so imagine my excitement when I looked on top of the refrigerator at my cousin’s house. There was more cereal there than I could fit into my Manhattan kitchen. Right on!

My uncle, shown here, and my cousin Dave, both picked up the guitar and shared their talents with all of us at Plogerpalooza.

This was definitely the place to be yesterday. Paul and I drove down to Virginia to participate in the ever-growing, ever-popular Plogerpalooza. Aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, mom, horse shoes, ping pong, potato ‘contraption’ (protecting the innocent), food, beer—all perfect ingredients to make this exceptionally beautiful day in Woodbridge, Va. a blast.

We’ve been spending a lot of time by the Hudson river (as Paul said it was an unexpected benefit to moving to the west village). There is a new, beautifully landscaped boardwalk where lovers can hold hands and families, musicians and dancers play. But this photo taken about a month ago, captures a completely different feeling with the old pier in the foreground and the New Jersey skyline beginning to light up after the sun has set.

Coming up on a year ago, I was hiking through Tent Rock in New Mexico. It is truly amazing to walk through this canyon of natural erosion where the sun rarely shines but the slight moisture in the air has an amazing cooling and soothing effect, providing shelter from the dry, hot sun of the desert.

It was a trip to the vet today with Ernie. True to kitty form, he did not make it easy, his caterwauls echoed throughout the stairwell of the apartment building. People on the street stared with the look in their eyes that I was an unfit mother. So hopefully, with a change in his diet and a couple of pills he will be back to normal. Hopefully.

Who knows how long this guy has to stand here and watch people go by. I think he, scooby doo and the playboy bunny are more interesting than the game itself (located on a sidestreet of Coney Island).

My neighborhood smells better and is generally cleaner than our old neighborhood in the east village, but I love this little remnant of the past just a couple of blocks down the street from us.

Here is something from the archives. As it really begins to heat up in the city, I often think of this picture which just screams summer time in so many ways.

Even during somewhat animated conversation, Nazar (center) manages to fool the camera by staying still long enough for the extended exposure.

I don’t exactly see a yellow ribbon, but there is definitely something going on with the color yellow here. She has taken my favorite color to new heights, right down to her fingernails.

This construction worker-turned-sun-worshiper certainly lives a dual life. I spoke with this guy (and, of course took some pretty great close-ups) and wanted to know his motivation. I think he just genuinely loves his body but in a very modest sort of way (believe it or not) — unlike the macho muscle men showing off at the children’s playground further down the beach. Probably in most other countries a site like this is nothing new, but here in America, some eyebrows might be raised. Each to their own, I always say.

Yesterday, I think I was anticipating America’s birthday. Without realizing it, I ate my way through the day with an all-American diet. In the morning I had my bowl of cornflakes, then in between shooting many interesting people and things at Coney Island, I had lemonade, cotton candy, a caramel apple, and a Nathan’s hotdog. Back in the west village I continued with a fat, juicy burger, fries, local beer and topped it all with a homemade nestle toll house cookie. Today I think I’ll have sushi.

Ernie: slightly bottom heavy, toes turned inward — pigeon-like, acute sense of hearing enabled by independently swivelling ears, permanent wink, insanely cute.

What a great day for a picnic yesterday. We had everything, including overpriced lobster rolls, wine, eclairs, and of course, Hello Kitty dishware.

Despite the summer haze, this fearless worker has quite a spectacular view of Manhattan. I’d rather enjoy it from the comfort of my friend Pam’s beautiful home.

Obviously, when you have hair like this it is necessary to do some cool things with it. Technically, the photo could use a little work, but Tomo strikes the right pose.

Yesterday was another shoot with the talented Tomo. This photo will probably not end up in her portfolio as it is not the glamor headshot she is looking for, but I dig it’s mysterious minimalism.

Looks like Kippy wants to shake my hand or needs a leg up.

The last assignment we had for our natural portrait class was to take two photographs of a person — one where the person is in it and one where they’re not. This was my interpretation.

I glanced upon this cute family unit (father and son both wearing plaid) while dining at a Union Square restaurant this past weekend.

Paul’s family. On the same path but each in their own world.

Last evening I watched Manufactured Landscapes, a film by Edward Bourtynsky. It is a combination of ‘artistic’ stills and film which document the impact that humanity (mainly in China) has on the earth’s surface. While Bourtynsky makes a lame attempt at not making a political statement, it is quite a collection of overcast imagery that makes you say wow, there are a lot of people on this earth doing what they do to accommodate a growing population. This is my take on Times Square, a happier type of manufactured landscape, if you will.

This shot was taken during a lighting seminar earlier this year. None of us really knew what we were doing, except the model, and it kind of shows.

This beer garden we went to last Saturday had all the ingredients for a good time — including this arm wrestling match which broke out just as I was digesting my kielbasa. The historic Bohemian Hall is the last of its kind. Let’s hope it stays open for years to come.

Another Father’s Day for the record books.

At the Yankee’s game yesterday, it came to our attention that the guy sitting in front of us really loved his team, judging purely by his choice in underwear.

I made a purchase yesterday (shocker) — although this is one I won’t donate to Good Will in a year, let alone 50. Wandering through The Affordable Art Fair, as its called, I came upon an artist that really excited me. He combines his love of old wood frames with an incredible vision of everyday objects, like this teacup. The photo itself is not more than an inch across encouraging the viewer to step closer and stop for a minute to admire the simplicity and beauty of a work that looks like it could be 100 years old. Thank you to the artist, Jefferson Hayman and the gallery that had the vision to display his work.

This is a shot taken from my “roll-a-day” class last semester. When the assignment is to photograph a roll of film (or the digital equivalent) per day for 60 days straight, you are bound to get a few keepers.

My next homework assignment is to find a scene where the person(s) you are photographing have some sort of strange relationship with the background or other surrounding object(s). I happened upon this odd scenario and it seems to fit the bill. Also, how often do you see someone using a phone booth anymore?

This was an informal photo I took of my friend Jo after taking pics of her for my photo assignment — which, I might add, was a hands down success. The photos fooled everyone in my class, even the teacher. They couldn’t tell the real Marilyn Monroe from the stand-in.

My mom still thinks New York is a dangerous, dirty place (well, maybe it is a little dirty). But the other day, she asked me if I could see any part of the sky from my apartment. Indeed I can, and there are even a couple of trees (lower right) for that “in the country” feel.

There is nothing like a crab feast with friends on a sunny day by the river. The crab here would care to differ, judging by the leg he got a hold of from another crab right before becoming my lunch.

Distracted from the purpose of my homework assignment, I was struck by the beauty of the light shining around my friend, Jo, who was patiently sitting in her hot garage, waiting for me to photograph her. My assignment was to imitate a famous portrait (I picked one of Marilyn Monroe), which is a lot harder than you’d think, but a very good lesson.

This is another photo I’ve always had an affinity for despite a luke warm enthusiasm from others. It was taken during a week of celebration for our friends Nazar and Doreen. In this particular instance, it might be my emotions and memories of Istanbul that cloud my judgement on whether this is considered a successful photograph or not. But, whatever. I still like it.

On assignment, I shot about 60 photos of this plate of salmon and asparagus for a restaurant review to print in a local paper. Can you hear the enthusiasm in my voice? This will not be the money shot, but I like that the framing is off, yet the food still looks somewhat appealing.

This girl was spotted crossing the West Side Highway last Saturday evening. She was dressed to impress, but you get the idea.

Our friend Mike gave Paul and me this very thoughtful housewarming gift. It is basically two ceramic horse heads attached to a rhinoceros’s body — probably one of the more vile creatures I’ve laid eyes on. Thanks, Mike, from the bottoms of our hearts. Enjoy it on display in this photo, because it is no longer prominently displayed anywhere.

It felt like forever. Like it would never go away. These terrific men, taking pride in delivering the best in Polish charcuterie. Smoked meats, home made sausages of all kinds. Service the way it should be for something so central to any home cooked meal. Kurowycky Meat Products has closed its doors after 52 years. I took this last fall while picking up some of their specialties, comfortable in the knowledge that I could always come back.

In a desperate attempt to complete my homework assignment for my portrait class, I was fortunate to have a willing participant. I told my friend, Mike, to do some odd things, but I really like this shot of him climbing the fire escape on a lovely evening in the west village.

I’ve been taking a lot of walks through the meatpacking district. It is one of those places that is both old and new, as evidenced by the cobblestone and asphalt road.

I think we all know what this is a picture of. Hopefully no one has taken a photo quite like this (intentionally) of the Empire State Building before.

No, I didn’t take a photo of someone’s lips with a macro lens. Rather, I took this picture of this section of a larger-than-life poster found on 14th St. (it’s an ad for a neighboring clothing store). The shadow and seam give it away.

This photo made the cut, but it wasn’t a favorite. Now that it’s been a few weeks and I’m more removed from the actual shoot itself, it has new life. Because of the film I used, the background almost looks fake, or very flat, drawing attention to her hair and face. The model took direction well and helped me pull off what I had envisioned — a distant look is on her face, perhaps thinking of a past she left behind.

In some photography classes it is taught that lens flare is a bad thing and should be avoided at all costs (it’s the effect that happens when the lens reflects light in such a way that spots appear in the photo). People spend tons of money on big shields for their lenses. I like the effect (and I’m cheap), especially for images like this one. Without the spots of light, the photo of this church on 14th Street wouldn’t be as interesting.

She belongs to a girlfriend of mine whom I visited, among others, while I was down south this past weekend. The cheeks on little Rory are one of a kind.

I didn’t really pay attention to this photo when I took it last December, but now, after aging a few months, it looks different for some reason. I like the connection, or lack thereof between Paul’s sister and the painting from Poland on his parent’s wall in New Jersey. (Paul, his sister and folks are currently taking the trip of a lifetime. They started in Poland, where his parents are originally from, then Paris and London.)

All I can say is this girl needs a tan.

Everyone has seen/done the whole window reflection thing so it often seems like a tired study. Yet, I will still take the occasional photo and this one I took yesterday, might be somewhat successful. It’s not deep in meaning or anything, but the buildings, sky and ultimately the guy in the restaurant (I think replacing a light bulb, or something) makes for an interesting enough photo.

I’m taking another portrait class starting tonight, but to get me in the mood…. This photo was taken in the lobby of the International Center of Photography during a lighting workshop I took earlier this year. I used a technique called dragging the shutter, which means flash was used but I kept the shutter on my camera open a bit longer so that the background would be illuminated as well (you can also tell by the blurriness of the nice man sitting behind the desk). Lesson for the day.

The Kipster, Kipparooni, Tip Tip, Kippy Kip, Tippy, Fluffy, Fuzzy, Sunshine Girl. Many names, one amazing cat.

While in California, I asked a friend if I could take home some lemons from their neighbor’s tree. Ask and you shall receive. I was at long last able to satisfy my craving for a lemon meringue pie (I’m ashamed I didn’t make the crust, but it was all good).

I finally got my black and whites developed of the Coney Island shoot. This is one of those pictures I keep coming back to.

Here is someone who follows my blog very closely.

As some of you may know, a gin martini (certainly not vodka) and popcorn is my dinner of choice when dining alone. I would have made my own popcorn (oil popped with garlic powder, salt, butter and paprika) but my copper pan needs re-tinning. So I had to settle for microwave. It’s complicated. BTW, if you know anything about re-tinning a copper pan, please let me know.

I feel like everytime I leave Coney Island on the subway, it will never be the same again. Maybe because it’s true. The ferris wheel, shown here in the background, along with every other ride, game and show (with the exception of the Cyclone, which I hear will be spared) will likely all be gone in a year. To see more photos of this once-upon-a-time playground of the world, go to http://www.w-stop.com/zenphoto/coneyisland/.

The blue slide we found at a children’s playground at Coney Island makes a stunning backdrop for Tomo. Someone asked if I had Photoshopped that color in. If possible, I rarely use Photoshop on my photos before posting. I prefer to keep them in their purest form because it shows exactly what I framed at the moment I took the picture, mistakes and all.

This is dress number two for Tomo during Friday’s test shoot. I just like how hazy and kind of barren and dirty everything is and then you have this beauty who is oblivious to the world around her.

I had another test shoot today, this time at Coney Island. My model, having had to put up with a lot of nut jobs on the boardwalk, cold winds and blowing sand, was a willing participant. We worked quickly, racing from one site to the next. All and all, a fun ride.

The guy on the left wants to be the sausage king of the world (to read more about this guy and his sausages, check out www.smalera.com soon for a short review). Lucky for the photographer and the restaurant reviewer, we were allowed to sample an absurd amount of sausages and mustards at this growing (fattening?) chain of restaurants.

The previous pics of Jessica, the musician, have been a little more obscure. This one gives you a more direct view. I took this photo towards the end of the shoot, taking advantage of my old film camera (which I still believe takes superior pics over digital).

I must say the apartment was strangely quiet this morning. What happened to the rattling cough and moans of fatigue? Could this be the day that we put away all the cough syrups? It just may be, and what a wonderful day it would be.

This is one of the first photos I took of Jessica at Fort Tryon Park last Saturday. While we did a lot of the standard poses, this one shows a more personal and delicate side.

Jessica, Will, Gizmo (their dog) and I made a great team at Jessica’s photo shoot yesterday. We ran around chasing the right light and ended the day at this beautiful set of archways at Fort Tryon Park. We lacked a stylist, hair and makeup team, but I think sometimes the less people involved the better the shoot goes. Sure the garbage can could stand to be Photoshopped out, but for now, this gives you an idea of the setting we had to work with. More photos of yesterday’s shoot to come.

Later today I’ll be heading up to 190th Street to photograph an up and coming musician. The Cloisters and Fort Tryon Park, located on a soaring, wooded site in upper Manhattan, will be a beautiful setting for this shoot.

I think it was the color palette of the scene in front of me that initially inspired this photo. Lots of the people depicted in this large French painting are looking at the viewer as we’re looking back at them. The security guard was also looking at us viewers as I got in trouble for taking this photo (for some reason I could take pictures of every other painting in the Getty Museum in L.A., just not this one).

During our whirlwind tour of L.A., Paul and I stopped at the La Brea Tar Pit museum. The actual tar pits were not as impressive as this scene depicting a sabertoothed cat (tiger is incorrect) attacking a sloth. Of course it involved a kitty so I had to take a picture.

Pann’s, a diner in L.A., is known for it’s architecture, chicken wings and waffles. First, you rip off a lucious bite of crispy, juicy chicken, then dip it in the melted butter and syrup. Alternate bites with the waffle and a side of grits. Top it all off with coffee and freshly squeezed o.j.

Ah, nothing like the Santa Ana winds. I’m feeling quite happy back in my home state of Calif.

Oooooh, look at the seagull!! Oh yeah, and there is Alcatraz.

I couldn’t resist touching one of the sides of the Experience Music Project building located in Seattle, designed by Frank Gehry. It’s so shiny and organic. I felt lucky to be close to such greatness.

I’m taking a break from the west coast today. This tile store in soho definitely caught my attention the other night — particularly since there was a kitty involved. The store’s displays were all covered in this intricate tile work. Very striking.

I was looking at the backs of too many tourists heads out on the deck of the tour boat (bummer being short sometimes) so I decided to seek shelter down below where I could see a unique view of the Golden Gate Bridge.

Yes, this is a picture of buffalo standing over (eating?) a dead american indian. This is a piece of history found at the maritime museum in San Francisco. The museum is filled with old mechanical games popular at fairs in the early and mid part of the 20th century. If you think today’s games are violent and graphic, visit this place and you’ll be surprised at the, shall we say, lack of sensitivity portrayed in some of these ‘playful’ outlets.

Paul and I were in San Francisco all of one hour before we hit up the Giants game in progress. While it looks like the game was not a real thrill ride, it did turn out to be a big win for the local team.

After a bad furniture experience with West Elm, I am more intent on purchasing furniture that is real and has stood the test of time. I wandered into a Chinese antique store the other day and came upon this piece. It is a cabinet crafted around the 1920’s in southern China, and was originally purchased as a wedding dowry. The butterfly hardware is what sealed the deal for me. This photo isn’t textbook perfect by any means, but like the handmade cabinet, it is genuine.

Happy Birthday to Ryan who doesn’t look a day past 19.

Ernie’s toes (and belly).

I couldn’t take my eyes off that beautiful, long hair while crossing the street near Union Square, and I wasn’t the only one.

Jo proudly wears the crown that she so well deserves. Our usual Wednesday evening outings were disrupted when I moved to New York. When she comes up to visit we try and make up for lost time.

This was taken during a lighting workshop—a quick lesson on product shots. I don’t have any other reason for posting this except that I just like shoes.

It’s another cold, rainy, winter-like day in April. This photo was taken a few days ago while I was driving on the Jersey Turnpike. A risky move at 80 miles an hour. These are the clouds responsible for the flurries I had to drive through.

Like her, Lori’s dogs are extremely vivacious and playful. It’s always a good time when I visit my old roommate from college, and it was particularly fun making friends with her pups.

My general rule is no cute baby pictures—there are enough people in the world doing that, and to me, that just isn’t reality. So, here is Frances, who just found her legs and is incredibly mobile—and yes, very, very cute. When it comes to my boyfriend Paul’s neice, it is hard for one to resist taking cute baby pictures.

I was in Maryland over Easter weekend. What was good was seeing my mom and my friends, eating waffles and drinking exceptional wine. Bad? It snowed.

My last environmental portrait class was yesterday. Generally it was a good class—it made me think in different ways, but I’m not sure I liked the results. This photo was taken during a flash demonstration last Saturday in a makeup class. I think the flash bulb went off one too many times judging by the look on everyone’s face. Good luck to all the full-time students as they make their final push to graduate.

This lovely lady is one of my favorite people I met while living in the east village. She and her husband own the Ethiopian restaurant that is located downstairs from our old apartment. They moved to New York from Ethiopia about 16 years ago, and just recently decided to share their native recipes. Thankfully.

I took this photo last Saturday for another assignment for our environmental portrait class. We had to draw students’ names from a hat, then depending on who we picked, we had to photograph them reflecting a dark side of their personality and then a lighter side (darker side shown here—hopefully that’s obvious). Thanks to Steven, whose lighter side far outweighs his darker.

This often overlooked and annoying bird has made its way into a number of my photos. I’ve decided not to fight it, but rather embrace it (there are 4 photos with pigeons in the Boneyard series on my website, http://www.w-stop.com/zenphoto/boneyard/). I took this particular photo on a spring-like day in the park across from my new apartment.

I don’t know about you, but this is one of the creepiest window displays I’ve seen in a long time. I was on my way to a photo shoot when those vacant eyes stared me down. I’m all about taking the fun and pretty picture, but I couldn’t pass this one up. I have a feeling the store owner doesn’t realize that seeing this might make a person run — not into the shop but far, far away. The kid looks possessed and those hands… Yikes.

I always forget what a pain it is to move. In this case it is definitely worth it—big kitchen (by NY standards), lots of light, etc. I find myself at Starbucks with a scorching hot tea catching up on email, etc. (also running away from the mountain of boxes and packing paper) until we get internet service this weekend. Stay tuned. More photos will be posted.

Our cat Sammy is enjoying a moment of peace before the movers come tomorrow.

One more for the blog. This was towards the end of the fashion shoot last Friday and the first few rain drops were beginning to fall — the sky creating a dramatic backdrop. Not so good when you’re hanging up your sheets to dry (hypothetically speaking, of course). The instructions for this particular shoot from our teacher was to have a minimum of 4 different looks, or outfits. I have posted only 3 samples but will have a more complete series up on my website after some final edits.

Another photo from the laundry series.

The conditions were perfect today for my “modern girl doing laundry the old fashioned way” fashion shoot. Great model, great assistant, ideal weather — so much fun! I had no idea how this would all turn out as I had never planned anything like this before. Do I have the right clothes pins, unwrinkled sheets, is it going to rain, are the clothes going to fit my model, do I have a back up memory card, is the idea really lame, etc. So many details and walls to climb (literally), but so worth it.

This is turning into a blog for cat lovers. I’ll try and keep the pics of the kitties to a minimum, but they are what I see most of the day.

The things I make Paul do… This morning I got him up at 8:45 a.m. and dragged him up to our rooftop to take a couple of test shots for my upcoming photo shoot. A willing participant, but the pained look on his face tells the real story.

As I was taking measurements of our new apartment yesterday, I suddenly had the sense that I was being watched. I think our kitties will like our new apartment too–especially with such a good looking feline across the way.

I took this photo only to show the shadows of the small shelf. One can see the beauty of the curves of the wood crafted by my father a number of years ago.

The sun came out yesterday, and despite the snow-flooded streets, New Yorkers (and their pets) were enjoying Saint Patrick’s Day.

I took this photo a couple of months ago, and even though it didn’t seem like much at the time, it sort of stuck with me. In my search for locations for some test fashion shoots I’m currently working on, this place might come in handy.

Today’s storm in NY kind of reminds me of the one I witnessed in Taos, New Mexico (shown here), last year. Both are dark and dangerous, but the storm in New Mexico produced rain and hail that lasted about 10 minutes, whereas the one in NY is expected to last over 24 hours. I love this weather stuff.

It didn’t take much creativity to frame this shot – the subject matter just speaks for itself. This photo is another in a series for my environmental portrait class. Again, from the kitchen of the Ethiopian restaurant downstairs.

Here is a photo I took of my bro a few weeks ago in Arizona. He truly looks like he is in his element in the Tucson desert.

This bathroom gives new (old?) meaning to the words, ‘water closet’. It is actually in the main stairwell of an apartment building, rather than in the apartment unit itself. It belongs to the tenant that resides on that particular floor but it feels odd to exit the front door of his unit and enter, what looks like a closet, in the hallway next to the main stairwell.

I went to pick up my jacket and realized Ernie had curled up in the hood. Cute as a button, but more cat hair on my clothes.

Injera, sometimes described as an oversized sour pancake, serves as the base for Ethiopian cuisine. I was lucky enough to observe (and photograph) the kitchen and owner of Meskel.

Yesterday I made my way up to Harlem to photograph Charle’s Chicken (I recommend the fried chicken and collards) and met this guy. He said he was shy about having his picture taken but proved otherwise when he followed me and my camera all the way to the subway. I realize this particular picture is way overexposed, but I think that is why I like it.

This is a small taste of my evening yesterday. I was assigned to photograph an Irish pub, Blaggard’s, for a local newspaper but got caught up in conversation with the two blurry images you see here (the conversation was blurry too, for many reasons). If you look carefully, you can see their faces more clearly. I usually get free food at these gigs, but I was not so lucky this time around. One Guiness was on the house, though. Some people sitting on the other side of me asked the bartender for frozen drinks. In an Irish Pub???? Shame.

This is a photo from a series taken for my environmental portrait class. The gent in the pic was very easy going and had a cool apartment – making my assignment a breeze. This particular photo probably won’t make the final cut, but it was one that I was kind of partial to. The slight distortion is caused by a convex mirror.

The photographer of this bizzare photo is unknown. I wish I could take credit for this picture. The absurdity of it just makes me smile every time I look at it. This cartoon pig looks so freaky with it’s disjointed arms and angry expression. At least the kids around it don’t seem too alarmed.

Our cat Ernie.

View from the couch.

Taken last year in New Mexico.

Halloween. New Orleans. Taken a few years ago with a film camera way before digital was a glimmer in my eye.

Mike is at ease just before he scales another verticle plane. This is another photo taken in a rock-climbing series for my environmental portrait class.

The first of many food shots to come. This is the best flan I’ve had–fresh from a restaurant called Chavella’s in Brooklyn. Definitely worth the hike from the East Village.

When I looked out the porch window this morning, I was surprised to see a little camera perched on the sill of our neighbors across the way, pointed in our general direction (center of pic). Maybe I should be more careful when I pick my nose…

I didn’t want to do it. But I did it and I kind of liked it. This photo is part of a series I’m working on for my environmental portrait class at ICP.