When your day starts right… – TheFledglingPhotographer

When your day starts off in a tiny cafe south of Washington Square with a nice Americano being stared at by a half-blind dog…

…how else would you WANT to start the day!?!

No, really. After a few days of little cafes that only seat a dozen, a guy could get really used to that.

Maybe its a romantic thing about New York City. I think people have some sort of weird aversion to the lifestyle and they think people are rude. I just don’t get that much.

Invite people to your table, they’ll sit down. Help people get something from their car to their apartment, they’ll be grateful for the assistance. Talk to a beggar and he’ll probably be smiling at you as you walk away, never having given him a cent but taking the time out of your day to make him feel like he’s worth something.

What is rude about that? People are aggressive, yes, but I don’t think that translates to rude necessarily.

There are places in New York City that you must get away from the crowds to experience or to actually enjoy.

On the particular day, the snow began to fall. The wind off the Hudson was blistering cold.

The new Hi-Line is really interesting. I bet this place is going to be a hot spot in the summertime.

Definitely makes for interesting photographs. Or at least, I think so.

But the significant part of the day was walking the Chelsey galleries. One in particular will likely go with me for the rest of my life. Philip said, as soon as we entered the room through the mysterious bellowing curtain in the corner of the room:

“I will write about this for the rest of my life.”

It was an exhibition by performance artist and sculptor Terence Koh. Google if you dare. Seeing it in person pales in comparison, I assure you.

Of course, no photos of that. I mean, would it really do any justice?

But, honestly, the galleries were less than impressive. I’m sorry to be so harsh, I just didn’t see much that really made an impact. (Except maybe that of Mr. Koh but for other reasons.)

I kept thinking, am I being cynical? Am I being a snob to be more confused by the modern “high art”? I would love an explanation of some of them. Maybe that’s what you need.

But, when art needs to be explained, it starts to lose some of its “magic” and the real reason for doing it in the first place. Art for art’s sake, right?

Anyways… Back to NYC.

We really did find some interesting places while poking around the galleries.

I’m not really good with all these “Do Not Enter” signs when you can clearly see what is through the door.

But, alas. Lots of walking. Lots of crowds. Lots of taxis. Lots of “New York City” (in quotes).

Taxi’s, subways…

…more subways. More and more and more subways.

Oh, I cannot tell you how good it feels to be able to FILL blog posts with images again. Not cop-outs. Real images. Images that I would actually like to see.