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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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