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After waking up several times with thoughts and brainstorming sessions during the night, I decided to work with a pocket notebook 📓 again. 📷
Unlike my phone, it doesn’t have emails and messages waiting to grab my attention, or a screen to shine into my eyes.
I’m not an art expert, but this looks like a piece of junk they pulled out of the water. It’s an eyesore in this otherwise green park. 📷
I get peaches at the farmer’s market down the block. I have to wait two days before they’re ready to be eaten, but they’re worth the wait. 📷
World Trade Center, on my way to Jersey City 📷
Typical NYC hangout, complete with coffee and your typical “heavily stickered and graffiti-covered hand dryer” (sometimes the AI description nails it) in the bathroom 📷:
And still more doors of Hudson, from when I was around yesterday without my camera. I took these with my phone. 📷
More doors of Hudson 📷
Two more targets of opportunity with the iPhone. Hudson, NY 📷
One of the things that immediately captured my eye were some of the houses and their doors, specifically. Here are some pictures from my first round with my camera. 📷
From a couple of days ago: a night out with drinks. It was fun. 📷
One of the things I like about living in NYC is that Pride is everywhere. Even though it’s somewhat over the top (more of a brand and marketing thing than what it is supposed to be), the fact that it’s important enough to be a brand is important in itself. 📷
A walk the streets of New York. Nearby NYU, heading east, captured on the move with an iPhone 📷
Yesterday I walked into the park and sat on a tree trunk I found years ago. I sat on it as I did back then, letting my mind drift, surrounded by the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind, enjoying my lunch.
The picture 📷 is from nearby, turned into a watercolor painting with AI and Photoshop.
Mouse introduced me to their friend and a guard at a local pet store last night. 📷 I’ve walked these streets a hundred times, but I don’t see the things they do. It’s like discovering a hidden world in the world I know each time.
Man I’d love some beer from this truck… 📷
The problem with having an espresso machine at home is getting spoiled.
Instant coffee tastes horrible. Starbucks coffee is either too watered down or too bitter.
On my walk, I passed by a local firehouse, where they cleaned and prepared one of their fire trucks.
Nat’s dad’s surgery went fine, and everything turned out OK. I find myself sitting on a sofa I haven’t set on for over 5 years since Nat moved in with us.
The father is originally from Ukraine, and there’s food that reminds me of my childhood. The best part is the homemade pickled tomatoes. He knows how to make them just with the right amount of garlic, sugar, and vinegar. I had to stop eating more of them or risk stomach pain.
I walked the dog, a passive-aggressive mix of a Corgi and a Jack Russell. She had to be carried downstairs, and I could tell she was holding herself back from snapping at me when I grabbed her. She understood that if she wanted to go outside, I was the only option she had today. I understood that if I wanted to go somewhere, I needed to forget about it because she was in charge. It worked out OK.
What’s left at this point is to grab a good cup of coffee somewhere, as instant coffee doesn’t' agree with me (that’s OK - I don’t agree with it either).
A pleasant surprise: a community garden at a local school on my evening walk. 📷
A little coffee shop comic 📷 anyone?
Lets go to the movies 🍿 📷
