Monday, August 23, 2010

New York City

The city that never sleeps. the big apple. or {thank you Jay-Z} "the concrete jungle where dreams are made of."

What is it about New York? I grew up a brief hour-ish bus ride from this city and spent many a weekend trailing behind my Baba as we made our way from Bloomingdales to Saks to Lord and Taylor to Saint Patrick's Cathedral to Rockefeller Center to Broadway to Rumplemeyers to the Plaza Hotel to FAO Schwartz to Times Square to Carnegie Deli and back. This was my childhood. This kind of travel, this exposure to culture and to places outside of the comfort of my eastern PA world, helped form me into the person I am today. In other words, my grandmother is the reason travel is my drug of choice. And New York City is where it all began.

Going back to the city as an adult I appreciated it from a completely different perspective. Gone is the child who used to tap dance on the stairs of the Sheraton hotel, wishing she was Shirley Temple. In her place is a grown woman, though perhaps with no less desire for attention, certainly with more appreciation for a) what things cost and b) the benefit of having someone with me who knows her way around (yes, that's you Misty, thank GOD you were there because letmejusttellyou that I would still be wandering the streets, alone, with my camera and my very heavy 70-200VR that you made me buy). But I digress.

Taking it one step further, seeing the city through the lens is also a new experience for me. Because while I have been back several times through the years, this was really and truly the first time I'd had a "real" camera with me. And with a slew of lenses at my disposal, I didn't know where to look first, or which lens to use, or where to stop in the event that one step in any direction would result in my getting run over {splat} by a mad cabbie. Just try to follow the erratic pattern of my brain as you view the pics. Up, down, all around, fisheye, zoom, wide angle oh my. And let's not even talk about why I cannot decide if NYC looks better in color, sepia, black and white or some other funky hue.

Let's face it - this is the stuff dreams are made of, in any color, through any lens, and at any age.  Enjoy!

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Pastrami, where are you when I need you?

It's been 18 days since I blogged just because. 18 days. 432 hours. 25,920 minutes. how do you measure a day? in daylights? in sunsets? in midnights? in cups of coffee? (humming along). Or maybe in what you're missing. What are you missing from your life right now? Is it something you've always had that you don't have anymore? Is it someone? Is it a feeling that's lost? Or one you've never had? Is it a place you spent a lot of time as a child that you no longer have access to? Do you live everywhere and thus nowhere, always looking forward to going back to that place? THAT place where you can find IT again, whatever it is. Can you ever go back?
Some things you can go back for. Pastrami happens to be one of them. Well, unless you live in Valdosta GA, like I do. Google was decidedly unhelpful when researching whether anywhere in Valdosta carried the one thing I am craving. But it's OK. Because not having makes the having that much better when you can finally have it. And thus there's always Pastrami to look forward to. In CA, yes. Been there, loved that. In Atlanta maybe? I'll let you know in November. In NYC for sure, every time I go. But, why this? Why now? For some odd reason Pastrami has been on my brain lately. Perhaps it's because of a recent (and delicious) post of a photographer friend and his wife regarding Pastrami. Or maybe it's because I just went through my photos from NYC and came across the ones from the incredible, edible, amazing Carnegie Deli. Or maybe it's just because I have this sinking suspicion that I cannot have what I want most ardently right now - which is a thick, juicy, melt in your mouth, mold the bread around it, fat and calories don't count pastrami sandwich.  So I guess I'll just have to wait. And drool. And look ahead, knowing that whatever IT is, it will be better for the waiting.