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According to WordPress, this is my 150th post! (I can’t quite believe it.)
So, what do I have to share with you on this special day? (Ok, I think I’m going a bit overboard now!!)
I have finally made my time capsule of my trip to New York in March. As you’ll see, there’s Coney Island, Times Square, the St. Patricks Day parade and Top of The Rock all making appearances there.
I hope you like it!
I may have said that I love New York, that it’s my favourite city a hundred times before but this was the day when, completely out of the blue, I knew it was true, that it had turned into something beyond words.
It took me by surprise. I’d been to the Empire State Building in 2000 and even been on the rooftop terrace of my hotel a few days before but there was just something about seeing the New York skyline from the Top of The Rock. (It was definitely helped by the first real sun since I’d been there!)
After my visit to the Top of The Rock, I was on the subway, heading downtown when I realised Coney Island was at the end of the line. One long train journey later, I was at the beach for the first time in years.
Here are a few photos from that day.
While I was in New York, I visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Guggenheim Museum (both for the first time) and made a return visit to the Museum of Modern Art.
One of the nice things about these museums is that, for the most part, they let you take photographs. Here are a few things that caught my eye.
Metropolitan Museum of Art
Although this was my fourth time in New York, it was only the second time I made it out of Manhattan.
I headed over on the subway to the Brooklyn Flea Market. In the winter, it’s held indoors in an old bank and, as you can see from the photos below, they even use the old vaults.
After spending some time wandering around a very cold Brooklyn (a return visit in the warmer months is definitely in order!), it was time to head back over the Brooklyn Bridge into Manhattan.
My first full day in New York started with a walk down the High Line, starting from 30th Street and heading down towards the West Village.(After the joys of jet-lag combined with the July heat last year, I’d kept my plans very light for my first day this time. Only one item on the list – walk the High Line.)
Although the plants were yet to be in full bloom, there was more than enough colour around to make up for what was a very cold introduction to New York!
I recently opened an email to find a photo of a handwritten “no junk mail please” sign. While the sentiment wasn’t a surprise (long story), my response and other recent reactions to photos got me thinking.
I wrote here about how taking self-portraits had made me feel better about my body. What I didn’t realise then was how there might be a flipside to this good feeling.
I consider myself reasonably savvy about where/when reality begins and ends in promotional photographs. However, in New York this week, I found that I’d fallen for online photos (some professional, some not), only to find that the reality didn’t quite measure up. At the same time, I took photos that I fell instantly in love with (which is particularly pleasing when it’s a Polaroid. Second chances are expensive!). And then, of course, there’s the negative reaction from the aforementioned photo.
What do they all have in common? In each case, I was holding stories or beliefs – that this place would be amazing, that I wouldn’t have said the same thing in that way, that I couldn’t take a good Polaroid, that my body was somehow faulty.
Going forward, I may not always be able to pre-empt stories like these before they appear but hopefully, I’ll get better at noticing them. (One thing is certain – you can’t control how other people see you.)
New York photos to follow soon…..
Of all the photos that I took in New York, this is on my list of favourites just because it just makes me smile every time I see it.
It was my first full day there and I was so hot and jet-lagged that I couldn’t even be bothered to walk round and take the photo from the other side. (I’d just discovered that I was going in the wrong direction too…)
It wasn’t until after I took it that I realised my finger was making an appearance!
(My favourite photo from the trip is this Polaroid shot – I’ve even got it as the wallpaper on my computer and phone.)