I don’t print my pictures. Unless I want to share them with my grandparents. Or the hubs’s grandparents. Who I actually adopted as my own grandparents because Nan and Pap are fabulous. I remember the first time I met Nan – and she kissed me on the cheek. I fell in love right then and there.
What was I saying? Yeah – I don’t print my pictures. But occassionally I feel the need to stroll down memory lane. I did this today. One because I needed to take a little mental break about 14 times and was afraid if I took a walk I’d end up walking out the door. And two because I have not picked up the kahuna since Friday. I picked that thing up every few hours last month when I was working on NaBloPoMo. But sadly, it’s stayed in the Crumpler the last few days. I blame it on the weather.
I’ve been inside as it’s been cold outside. And now it’s raining like cats and dogs. When I’m inside, I see the same dang stuff all the day long. It gets boring. Fast. I need some inspiration, a reason to take out the kahuna. So I went on a little virtual trip to The Big Apple.
I’d never been to New York City until this past May. And I hit the town with my girlfriends VJ and JWingo (Happy Birthday, JWingo!!). We went to the MOMA, Central Park, a Mets game, Dave Letterman and even to a little dive called the Frying Pan.
VJ kept calling it the Flying Skillet.
But on my first trip to NYC, my favorite shots were of things you might see in any big city. But at the same time makes me think this is what NYC is. It’s just different. Very very different. And fast. I don’t do fast.
This little virtual trip has done nothing but make me want to go on vacation. And play with shutter speeds. Maybe I should go fix the tripod just in case the Human Tripod starts to fail. And give the doggins a reason to run. Or the hubs. That could be funny.