4 Boys in a NYC Story
My recent trip to New York City can only be summed up using the following nonsensities:
Up at 5 and in the car, headed east. Chilled Autumn morning, colored with orange. Hillbilly riffraff stare in disgust. Some bread, cheese, wine and beer energize the spirits. Park in Brooklyn and a dabble at the Chip Shop. Cross the bridge and a public relief. Bottled drinks under a rainbow flag. Get lost at the White Horse and Corner Bistro, then off to bed. A slow start sparked by a museum medley. Hi, Mr. Tyson. A stripped down breather and off to John's. Alf takes center stage despite his raunch. No keys on a one-way subway. Whoopie, take us home.
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By Greg - Monday, October 26, 2009
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Did you get a cupcake?
Do we now know. Who. Sarah Palin's ghostwriter is. Because. This post. Was written. Like she talks.
Hall Mon--
Now you know what it's like to take one of my classes. You should see the students' notes.
The painting in the lower left looks like Linda from the Akron Art Museum. Is it a Chuck Close?
Yes, Chuck Close. He had three pieces there. The older one you see, and two in the style of his newer paintings.
The man in the window- excellent.
Thanks Mencken. Total dumb luck. In fact, I almost didn't take the shot since I was already so far behind my comrades.
The bike shot with the wrought iron is also very good.
Nice color palate and composition.
Greg these are some good pics
The narrative reminds me of a day I once had in San Diego- no totally sober, by the way
Great pics - I like some of the ones on flickr too.
I have to get back to NYC soon - your and Brian's posts really make me miss it.
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