I'm stoned on antihistamines -
de rigueur at this time of year - and have been skulking about since Sunday, trying to avoid significant human contact . . . which is a bit difficult when one spends the better part of two days at a playground with the kids. But at least there were a couple of my favorite adult playground denizens in attendance, equally shell-shocked after more than a week of spring break and unruly children. I think our primary topic was "how can we get away" or "I wish I was in (insert your favorite fantasy destination here)" . . . which for me usually elicited thoughts of solitude . . . laying low for a month on an island in the Hebrides, occupying a remote cabin in the Adirondacks, or driving through Nevada, Arizona and New Mexico, cameras loaded, looking for "ghost towns" (not the stereotypical "wild west" variety) and the dried bones of long-closed motels and gas stations, the remnants of a pre-Interstate era punctuated by small town optimism and the reality of boom/bust economic cycles. (For some spectacular photography in this region, check out the
Lost America website. It has been one of my favorites for several years.)
For now, however, here are a few digital photos from Easter. Nothing spectacular here . . . but a couple are interesting in terms of lighting. They're interiors from historic St. John's Lutheran Church in the West Village.
I'm stoned on antihistamines - de rigueur at this time of year - and have been skulking about since Sunday, trying to avoid significant human contact . . . which is a bit difficult when one spends the better part of two days at a playground with the kids. But at least there were a couple of my favorite adult playground denizens in attendance, equally shell-shocked after more than a week of spring break and unruly children. I think our primary topic was "how can we get away" or "I wish I was in (insert your favorite fantasy destination here)" . . . which for me usually elicited thoughts of solitude . . . laying low for a month on an island in the Hebrides, occupying a remote cabin in the Adirondacks, or driving through Nevada, Arizona and New Mexico, cameras loaded, looking for "ghost towns" (not the stereotypical "wild west" variety) and the dried bones of long-closed motels and gas stations, the remnants of a pre-Interstate era punctuated by small town optimism and the reality of boom/bust economic cycles. (For some spectacular photography in this region, check out the Lost America website. It has been one of my favorites for several years.)
For now, however, here are a few digital photos from Easter. Nothing spectacular here . . . but a couple are interesting in terms of lighting. They're interiors from historic St. John's Lutheran Church in the West Village.
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Great post. You always find something interesting to share. And the pics are beautiful.
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