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.

Ivan, clearly, was done with his breakfast.

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.

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?).