These are my feet on a boat on the Charles River. Most importantly, this is me finally not stressing about the myriad stresses stressing me these days.

There is a magical place on the Connecticut Massachusetts border that lets you eat shockingly good French fries and take home a load of free books.

The end of my insane work month is in sight. Today was a final big, frustrating push. I’ve found that it’s those eras of my work life that are particularly difficult to push through and take a photograph. Especially on those days that align with the rain.

So instead of a photo from today, I offer you a year-old photo from my amazing trip to Jordan.

My last couple weeks have been hell. Trapped inside working absurdly long hours, hardly able to get out and enjoy the world at all.

Tonight, though.. Tonight was book club night. Tonight, I got to see the world beyond my apartment! Thus I ended up at many a coffee shop, and I ended up at my old stomping grounds. And I ended up at Peculier Pub.

Street life in Dumbo.

My view of BAM and of the sky. Don’t see any of that anymore.

Another sick sick day, but at least I got outside long enough to take one single photo.

I’ve been sick as hell this weekend. I spent the entire day sleeping. I took zero photos. Instead, here is a photo of someone having much, much more fun than me.

Shooting the shooter.

My week in a nutshell.

It all happened so fast.

Fort Greene is changing. These guys don’t even hang out on my stoop to eat their lunch anymore.

There is apparently no better time to buy your fruits and vegetables than the middle of the night.

Go home construction barrel, you’re drunk.

In lieu of any actual photos taken out in the world today, here’s a photo of my dinner. We finally made use of the soba noodles we purchased from the soba restaurant in Takayama, and I must say, the wait was worth it.

My biggest regret today was not becoming friends with this man and his magnificent shirt.

It’s getting harder and harder to see the clouds in this neighborhood.

Today was 95% wretched. But then I met up with a wonderful friend over coffee, then hung out in a room with a bunch of strangers and we all nerded out over Swift programming. Then came home and made a fantastic dinner with Ilanna.

Ups and Downs.

RESIST

NO FUTURE for Ignorance! Sexism! Racism! Xenophobia! Apathy! RESIST

Today I have no good excuse. It was a busy day of work, I didn’t leave the house, and I was a bit too overwhelmed to take time to pull the camera out and make use of it.

Instead, here’s a photo from the Robot Restaurant in Tokyo in glorious black and white. It’s a sin to not present photos from this event–itself the singularly perfect manifestation of sensory overload–in full, face-melting color. But I like it.

Red Hook is a constantly magical place. 

Brooklyn happened again.

I’m not a sports person. Grew up around them, played them when I was young, but I definitely do not care about organized sports events. Then, I went to a Gotham Girls Roller Derby match some years ago, and by the time it was over, I was literally on my feet screaming and applauding, blown away by Suzy Hotrod’s impossible comeback with seconds to spare. I have no idea what happened, but suddenly, unexpectedly, I was the biggest sports fan for just a minute.

Something similar happened with the Coney Island Sideshow during Vax Moto’s Cinco de Moto party. I can’t place the moment at which I was suddenly fully invested in the show and all their weird skills, but man was it a complete takeover of my entire being.

The worst part about the party was deciding which photo will represent it.

The entire Lincoln Center area is impressive in its architecture and vibrant in its crowds. I literally saw dance students on the sidewalk stop to demonstrate poses to their friends, the sort of thing you imagine only happens in a movie; like the biology professor speaking in vast generalities about evolution or the philosophy class debating The Big Questions.

This was a snap taken through a glass barrier as I was rushing down a staircase. It was surprising seeing this one unexpected lonely space amidst all this grand architecture with its clutter of people.

Defiant Woman

Who needs a new confrontational statue when you have a scene like this? I head out with a specific framing in mind, then I’m reminded why I love street photography. The unpredictable beauty in the world is so, so addictive.

(Also! If you are the person in this photo, please email me! I have a handful more shots I’m happy to give you; and I neglected to get your names!)