I mean look at this:

I haven’t seen green like this since I ventured to the southern parts of this great country.

Psych! I’ve never even used that word here. But anyway, no, this isn’t Rome. No, this is the aforementioned sublime Bethesda Terrace in Central Park. All I can say about that is wow. Just wow. What an incredible place. I took so many photos, per usual, but these three were my absolute favorite.

Even when we are indoors. And also may I add that the Empire State Building is some kind of insane art deco wonderland? I know, I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating.

Well, a bit of writing here. Like I have said many a time before, I shoot certain photos again and again and again, until they are absolutely without a doubt perfect.

I guess this entry is about how certain images play themselves over and over again in my head as well. One image is from a commercial I once saw featuring the song “Porcelain” by Moby. Before the hate mail starts, I want to say, I am not huge fan of the guy, just happen to live the commercial. It was a very simple set up. Man comes to the door in a snow storm to pick up his wife or girlfriend and bowled over by her appearance and Porcelain plays slowly in the background.

That image has stuck with me for many years and whenever I get the chance, my photos try to capture the feeling I got from watching that commercial, which brings us to this:

The ad featuring Porcelain came to mind again when I was taking these photos, as you can see.

Images really do stick to people, or maybe it is just me.

No, I am not changing my name to Steven Meisel. And, finally, no, I did not ask this person to pose this way:

The background is this sublime place in New York called Bethesda Terrace, right in Central Park. She was performing and I guess doing some kind of exercise in between performances. She was there, I snapped away.

Something kind of soft and gentle about it.

OK, before the purists start writing me several paragraph diatribes about how this building is not Mies van der rohe, yes, it is not, but let me finish. In my processing, I made the photo look at bit more Mies van der rohe, as in this insane modernity I try to hit in my photos that I am not trying to look like postcards your grandmother sent. Modernity, extra modernity. That was what try to get across.

Call me a sweat hog:

I always liked Horshak. You can call me Horshak.

At least that is where I prefer to live and where Miley Cyrus probably always lives:

FYI, this is not actually her. Yes, when I posted the photos of Posh Spice it was the flesh and blood Posh, not a wax work, but this is a wax work of Ms. Miley Cyrus. In other words, she was not harmed during the course of taking this photo.