I'm wearing orange, so that you can see me

On the morning of Thanksgiving, while most of you were somewhere in second stage REM, I was walking out into the woods with Chuck, waiting for this young buck to walk by.  Chuck and his family are the definition of hospitality.  I had a fantastic holiday away from New York, and Federico got one of his last tastes of the USA before he heads home in a few weeks.

Thank you Sherry, Chuck, and the rest of the family for welcoming us to your home.  We had a great time eating great food (two words: SAUSAGE GRAVY), hunting, and shooting skeet.  You could not pack more fun into 3 days.

Wendy: "You look like one of those yuppie hunters."
Me: "Me?  Why?"
Wendy: "Its the vest, nobody around here wears Patagonia!"

Thank you Wendy, for putting me in my place!

Spike!

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Skeet

Fun with fisheye

Got to borrow a lens from a friend for some fisheye fun.  This market is under the Manhattan Bridge, and I suggest anyone who likes to take street shots to come down here in the morning for great light.  If you can't make it before the sun swings west, wait till a bit after dark for some HUGE piles of cardboard left overs.  All the produce boxes are bundled into huge stacks that sometimes get 10ft tall by 25ft long. 

The Bayside/Acacia Cemetery

If you have ever wondered what our public spaces would look like after 20 plus years of no human touch, then the Bayside Cemetery in Queens is one of those places.  It has gone into a state of extreme disrepair; I noticed only one fresh headstone, otherwise they all date back decades.  Who knows how long the brush has been allowed to grow, or roots to push and topple over the granite slabs.  In some locations, it looks like crews have cut back bramble, and chopped limbs that would threaten to break the stone markers.  They have piled the brush and bramble high, only to pile it over grave sites and  mausoleum steps.  There also seems to be a lot of vandalism, and even in some cases break ins to mausoleums.  The purpose of photographing this place was not to shock, so I did not include those images.  If you want to see more, you'll have to go there yourself. 

The Mertz Farm

 Weekend visiting the Poconos.  Greeting the horses, feeding the turkey, and chasing deer.

Two nights inside the robot suit

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

friend robot (not my robot suit)