Oh hell no. Not me. I just take pictures. Went down to the river this morning after my friend Roy called to tell me that there was a lot of activity above 110th Street. Kayaks, Police boats, people in bathing caps. So off I went and found Urban Swim‘s New York City Hudson River Swim, a brisk half mile open water estuary swim.
Shot for about an hour then came home and had a delightful breakfast with the family before we all went off to the movies. First the three of us saw “Snow White and The Huntsman” which we all enjoyed. Then Katherine excused herself – not being a horror/alien fan and Abigail and I saw “Prometheus“, which we also enjoyed. In a (very) twisted way they are both about father-daughter relationships so it seemed appropriate.
Stand by for one of the best Father’s Day quotes I have ever heard after the slideshow.
“Happy Father’s day – or as they call it in my family, happy brother-in-law’s day.”
Ronan Farrow “estranged son of Woody Allen“
Today I saw a red and yellow sunset and thought, how insignificant I am!
Of course, I thought that yesterday too, and it rained.
– Woody Allen
I spent a lot of today waiting. Waiting for the Orthopedist’s office to call back with an appointment time so I could take Abigail and discover what we already knew, that she dislocated her patella, again…
waiting for a conference call about a how to restructure the accounting system for the PA at Abigail’s school as the auditors insist we must be a division of the school for tax and budgetary purposes – waiting for meetings to start that kept being pushed back until they were pushed into next week…waiting to find a parking place…
While I was circling NYC looking for parking, I listened to the Brian Lehrer show on WNYC (the local NPR station). The topic was Occupy Wall Street and what “they” want and why it is occurring. The guests were Elliot Spitzer, former New York State Governor, Greg David of Crain’s New York Business, Kathryn Wylde of the Partnership for New York City and Jesse LaGreca who is a member of Occupy Wall Street.
For the most part it was a boisterous but respectful conversation with LaGreca on one side, Spitzer leaning to him, Wylde on the “other” side, although agreeing with many of the complaints and issues that have brought OWS into the streets and then there was this obnoxious Greg David person. Listening to him was very much like listening to Eric Cantor. “I am right and you all are idiots and no I will not change my mind no matter how many facts you have because I am right!”
He reminded me of the Teapublican members of the “Super-Committee” who will not comprise on anything because they know that Mom and Dad won’t actually let them burn down the house and so they expect to get their way…and if they don’t…
…let it burn.
Abigail said that to me a short while ago. She is right. That is really weird.
I am in a bit of a trough at the moment. I feel as if I am slogging through my daily shoot and it is not happening. Don’t get me wrong, I love the going to the river and the spending time walking it (Katherine calls it my daily meditation and she is right) but I am not seeing the photographs through the camera eye. I am not catching the new perspectives. I feel as if I am shooting into the cliché, not through it. Does that make any sense?
The other week I read an article about the current group of “top” American writers. The article was prompted by the publication of Jeffrey Eugenides‘ new novel, The Marriage Plot, a full nine years after his last book, Middlesex. The writer pointed out that this was the pattern for most “serious” writers these days. He suggested that more is better if you want people to remember you and said that there was much to be said for following the Woody Allen model of yearly releases. I think of it as the “I may not have anything terribly good this year but let’s make it anyway and see what happens.” Or as Wayne Gretzky once said “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”
As a result I decided to play a bit in Lightroom today. I did a number of “abstract expressionistic” things but decided on something a bit more subtle.