A photogs dream city

I often torture my wife with assertations that she married a trendsetter, despite my lack of realy style evidencing how untrue this might be. I'll point out my penchant for closely cut shaved haircuts dating back to a botched cut my sophmore year in high school. Shortly after that a host of celebrities could be seen sporting my look all over the world. In college I grew a beard out one summer, a gloriously dirty and unkept look that again seemed to inspire my fellow humans to match my look. A pessimist might point out that I really only shave my head out of laziness or that beards are hardly a new idea to the world but I am neither a pessimist or a realist so I'll continue to nudge my wife and smile everytime I see someone wearing the "homeless man look" as another relative put it.

Where am I going with this? Is there a point to this rambling or do I just like sharing my delusions of granduer with whatever poor souls might stumble upon this blog? I really just wanted to point out that I sometimes do notice the trends going on around me, that even though I was recently spotted wearing a Mickey Mouse t shirt all over the city I am not unaware of what goes on around me.

A new trend has arrived and although I can not take credit for its start I will still actively participate. I may have mentioned how intimidatingly beautiful the city looked during the spring and how much of that greatness stuck around for the summer. The city has been in bloom and in full color and like so many of my fellow citizens I have looked on it with the eye of an amateur photographer. I take in the rays of a sunset falling over Verdi Square while snacking on Gray's Papaya and I can't help but frame a picture in my mind.

In fact everywhere you look cameras are hanging from necks and people are snapping pictures with increaslingly larger and expensive looking lenses. Having lived in the city for a year I am still not above taking a camera along for a trip through the park, a stroll around the museum or hopefully some day for a food inspired run for hot dogs (got to capture that Verdi Square sunset). After a day of touristing the first thing we usually do is hook up the camera and scroll through our prizes searching for the day's best shot. (Speaking of increasingly large lenses anyone looking for a good Christmas gift for me need look no further than the Nikkor 50m lens with 1.8f.)

I do believe that inside every American lies the heart of a professional photog. Each day on the streets I see plenty of these people attempting to realize that dream, and after I shuffle past and curse them for "being in everyone's way" I can't help but wonder if they are getting a shot that I have missed. Just like I am set on chronicling our days in Manhattan in this blog (which for the most part has been a largely unsuccessful effort) my wife and I inted to record as many images of the city as possible before the rising real estate prices force us into the burbs. Please keep your eye out for some of our work in a magazine or television near you.

EDITORS NOTE: I do realize sarcasm is not an emotion easily translated from written word. Please accept my apologies if any of my horde of readers found me lacking humility in claiming to be a trendsetter. I am fully aware of how untrue this may be.