NEW YORK NEW YORK – Egregiously wide today. I was out and about with my Carl Zeiss 15mm lens which is really wide and a handful to handle. The lens requires great pains to shoot level to avoid radically weird vertical ones. This means that there is a lot of foreground which one handles by cropping to square. Just think of this as a square format lens.
Day 1,783 of one picture every day for the rest of my life.
On this day four years ago (day 322): Park Avenue.
NEW YORK NEW YORK – I met a friend (actually Maria’s godson) for lunch on the West Side today and walked home across Central Park. It was that “grazing light” moment on CPW so I concentrated on building facades. This happens every sunny day but sometimes – like today – it works out better than others.
Day 1,777 of one picture every day for the rest of my life.
On this day one year ago: Columbia Gorge.
NEW YORK NEW YORK – Good light in our courtyard.
Day 1,759 of one picture every day for the rest of my life.
On this day four years ago (day 298): Rodrigo.
NEW YORK NEW YORK – I did some shopping and organization for our trip to Spain today, but found a few hours in the afternoon to explore Central Park. Nothing terrific here.
Day 1,758 of one picture every day for the rest of my life.
On this day four years ago (day 298): Paraty.
NEW YORK NEW YORK – We had a Brooklyn day today – I met Francesca on Remsen Street with her architect to work out some details of her renovation. Then a walk across the Brooklyn Bridge and a subway home.
Day 1,757 of one picture every day for the rest of my life.
On this day four years ago (day 297): Paraty.
NEW YORK NEW YORK – I went hunting for images in the neighborhood today with a longish lens (a 90mm) and found a couple of odd angles. Long lenses are a challenge for me; I much more often shoot wide. The fire escapes are two frames stitched.
Day 1,755 of one picture every day for the rest of my life.
On this day last year (day 1,390): Park Avenue.
NEW YORK NEW YORK – While waiting on the 53rd Street Station for the E train (which is depressingly far under ground) I heard the sound of “Amazing Grace” being played on a bagpipe. I walked the length of the platform to investigate and found, rather than a ruddy Scot campaigning for succession, a wan, very sick-looking, young man. Here he is.
Day 1,751 on one picture every day for the rest of my life.
On this day three years ago (day 654): Lamu.
