Tuesday, November 16, 2010

my first real opera...hard to beat the Met















































delicious lighting and food

















interesting note... it turns out that most of New York is brunette, I found my people!
























hot dog on the street...not bad. The guy selling it was cool though.

farmers market on a normal Saturday morning...








































loved them...




























































You know its good cider when you get this at the bottom...

flea markets...babies in whirlwinds and other interesting things





















































































a little romantic lighting maybe?



human sculpture, Balto, Daniel Webster... and me




classic

last few hours in the park..























































I ran into these musicians three times in the same day, all
at different places, all day. Talk about dedication.

Also I feel like the picture of the bubble is a representation
of my experience in New York City- too much to handle at once,
but very beautiful.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people's reality, and eventually in one's own.

Susan Sontag

november, weeds, and a beautiful girl












































Friday, November 5, 2010

A Question


















A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.


Robert Frost

Monday, November 1, 2010

"Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then,
and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a
sense of sadness and departure."
Thomas Wolfe

the Aspen tree I am studying for the next six months
























There are no words to describe my love
and gratitude for the God who brought
this girl into my life and for the beautiful
things we have experienced together.

"While man is growing, life is in decrease; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun." Edward Young
























a time to die, a time to be born