I went out last night and I spotted this:

I also got questions about why I always carry my camera with me. Do I even need to answer that anymore? No camera and I wouldn’t have gotten this lovely image of the magical van.

OK, so my admiration of this structure borders on obsessive, but come on, how can you see this image:

And not think it is stunning? Well, I am not sure about this one, but I thought it had kind of a Ray-o-graph kind of thing going for it:

Two wide shots, just for the fun of it:

Signe Chrysler Building, indeed.

My alarm goes off during the week and all I want to do is turn it off and go back to sleep. Must be some narcolepsy going around New York because I also spotted this:

I want to sleep a lot of the time, but this is a bit much.

That I actually dream in photographs. I dream in color, I dream of photographs, I dream in photographs.

As most of you may have also noticed, it is always the production designed within an inch of its life New York of the 1930s in my photographs. It’s the same in my dreams. Not to mention, Rhapsody in Blue is always playing. Seriously, when I take a photo, in case any of you have ever wondered, Rhapsody in Blue is always playing in my mind.

So imagine my excitement when I happened onto this one fine evening:

OK, I admit I did a little adjusting, but just to make the yellow come out more. I thought I was going to go for black and white, but that just seemed so boring and the color, it just sparkles. Take a look at some more:

Yes, I know, those two above are virtually the same, but I couldn’t choose the one I liked just that much more, so I posted both.

OK, guilty as charged, I did a bit of work on this one:

And, on these one also:

But with a view like this:

wanting to tinker, is only natural.

Yeah, I know, the first one, why so special and for the life of me, I can’t come up with why. I just like the photo for some inexplicable reason.

These though:

Well, I think they look like faded vacation memories.

This is Paris. No, just kidding. Actually, this reminds me of that Robert Doisneau photo of the couple kissing in Paris. This place, Portsmouth, New Hampshire bills itself the Paris of New England, so I guess this photo of sorta appropriate.

OK, gone to the beach:

That isn’t me, but it does portray where I am right now, at least in my mind.

OK, I am not Annie Leibowitz yet, but I was really happy with the results. Photographing bands is fun and I hope I get to do more of it:

Any opinions my fans? Any? Lemme know.

Though this was taken on Ellis Island, where I stood in a many long lines with people speaking multiple foreign languages:

I felt right at home.

This photograph just said to me “relaxing summer afternoon.” My mood almost becomes better when I look at it. Agree or disagree?