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Sunset, Kingston, NY
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Tonight's photo was shot while I was riding down Broadway at sunset. Taken with my Droid, cropped in Photoshop, and special sepia effects in Vintage Scene, one of my fave iMac photo apps.
I love how the car looks like it is flying through the air. You can get some pretty interesting shots while shooting from a moving car.
And ahem, I was a passenger...though I have been known to do a few drive-by shootings, lol.
I am still in recovery from the late Wednesday night jaunt to New York City. I don't do going till 3 AM well, and I am still feeling hungover from lack of sleep. The organization Larry has worked for the past 17 or so years, "The Center for Photography" was awarded a Lucie Award which was presented at Lincoln Center. I knew it was going to take a feat of mightiness to make it with my schedule, and I did not want to go. More stress. But when I saw Larry's face when I insinuated that it was OK if he went without me, I bit my tongue and just moaned for a few days about how difficult it was going to be to pull this off, and about how I was not going to be able to wear my little black cocktail dress because I have no pretty shoes that my feet/ankle will tolerate trekking thru NY. The Metro North ride along the Hudson River is beautiful in any weather, so I shot many photos on the way down. We all met up at the Radio City Apartments which reminded me of my gr...
Several times last night while writing my blog, Larry came downstairs from the Netherlands and asked: "are you coming up?". I issued my typical curt answer: "when I am done." I answered this question a few times...but it's OK, it is part of the routine mating dance that we perform with love, grace, and at times, brevity. Finally, after summoning enough energy to write a few emails and a few thoughts on the blog, I headed upstairs. I performed my typical night regime; pee, brush my hair, brush my teeth, brush the hair on my teeth, (I know, b a d Patti...) and entered the bedroom. Larry is in bed, and smiling. I begin to slough off my painting clothes; a much loved and lived in t-shirt, and my favorite pair of feels-great-to-do-anything in jeans - the haute couture of my introvert art world. I look on the bed, and there is a bag. "Garbage?" I ask him quizzically. He laughs. I see that in the bag is tissue, and that it is a present. "Because yo...
It has been a rough start to the weekend. Larry has an infection from a cracked tooth beneath his cap, and has to go to the oral surgeon on Monday. So he has been in bed all day, and sick and groaning. I make a very very bad nurse, as I have no patience for groaners, but have done my best to be kind and made a humongous pot of chicken soup for him to eat. I am going to go upstairs to watch either Rivers and Tides, or Titus with him. I did my own dentist thing yesterday, but my check up was great save for a tiny cavity near an old filling that has to be redone. Then I went to Rhinebeck to have my hair "enhanced" a bit. Before Lois did my hair, I took a few of my Canadian aspirin that I smuggled in to the country (the ones that have some codeine in them with aspirin and caffeine) as I was having a really nasty ache in my shoulder. I don't remember injuring it, sort of like my last shoulder injury which took 2 years to heal, and I don't want to go through THAT again. ...
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