tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55295678749684712952024-03-13T03:06:57.340-04:00Street ObservationsPhotographic observations on the streets of Manhattan and beyond. John Fraissinet takes a look at New York with his camera.John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-77716970331427289792010-05-03T21:17:00.000-04:002010-05-03T21:17:26.048-04:00STREET OBSERVATIONS HAS MOVED!This blog has relocated to it's own hosted URL at <a href="http://streetobservations.com/blog">StreetObservations.com</a>. Please join me there!!!! John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-18462136531743029692010-04-19T21:47:00.000-04:002010-04-19T21:47:35.491-04:00AmpelmannThere's a construction site near where I work that has been fenced off for more than a year. I really don't know what they are building. (I could probably figure it out if I cared... but I don't... there is so much construction going on). <br />
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Last month, they put up a billboard with figures of people walking with city names above the characters. I thought this was fascinating, and would be fun to try to take pictures of real people walking next to the icon people. <br />
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So, I waited and took some shots. Most were misses, some were slightly amusing. It's a tiny bit of timing and mostly luck. I finally go this picture, which I thought was as good as it could get. Perfectly centered and her foot position paralleled the figures. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQP_HHMeyJzaeJEkMPvsREZMu1Ei_rgRXsCucBYsNEobnrUZuVAzdEPcD6fNgnV-UmTOvU05dXkp0LLEMww7xoAnq64tdxdVKBWClQwvK3a5DrbXhXkxsSukYUEQ1CYPss8P9jmxi3JiM/s1600/Strider+Sandwich+-+5847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="347" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQP_HHMeyJzaeJEkMPvsREZMu1Ei_rgRXsCucBYsNEobnrUZuVAzdEPcD6fNgnV-UmTOvU05dXkp0LLEMww7xoAnq64tdxdVKBWClQwvK3a5DrbXhXkxsSukYUEQ1CYPss8P9jmxi3JiM/s400/Strider+Sandwich+-+5847.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I posted the picture up on my <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jfraissi/">Flickr account</a> and someone said "Great Ampelmann moment". I didn't quite know what that meant. It seemed likely to me that Ampelmann was a famous photographer and the picture might have been in his/her style. So, I looked him/her up on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ampelmann">Wikipedia</a>. I learned that Ampelmann is not a photographer, but the name of the character figures which are shown in pedestrian crossing lights. So, each of these figures wwas representing the crossing walk figures that are depicted in each of those cities. <br />
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With this bit of information, I went back to the wall and look at it from different angles and took more shots. Here are some other photos of the wall and the people. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-87432224990589227772010-04-15T20:48:00.000-04:002010-04-15T20:48:04.787-04:00Yellow Standout<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/S8ezS_f_KjI/AAAAAAAAAvs/kF2tOpO_LE0/s1600/Yellow+Standout+-+6302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="291" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/S8ezS_f_KjI/AAAAAAAAAvs/kF2tOpO_LE0/s400/Yellow+Standout+-+6302.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I was listening to a photography podcast today. They were answering questions about various camera techniques. Someone asked how to isolate a single person in a crowd.<br />
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Their first obvious answer was to make use depth of field to make that person in focus and the others out of focus (you can control this with the aperture, bigger is better). Or, use a longer lens and narrow your field of view. Or, try a different perspective. Or, if you have control over the scene, <b>put a red shirt on the guy</b>. <br />
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Well, I had no control over the crowd here, waiting to cross Broadway. But yellow works well also, ay? (Especially when a matching cab passes by). John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-557064865475805782010-04-12T23:27:00.002-04:002010-04-13T10:46:17.136-04:00Organized ChaosThis photo is simply a view from the steps of the new TKTS booth in Times Square looking south with a longish lens. As chaotic as this photo looks (I was thinking of inserting a game of Where's Waldo in here), there is a certain order to the way things are laid out.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/S8Np_lrvl5I/AAAAAAAAAvk/3RfQLQs0BUY/s1600/crossroads.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/S8Np_lrvl5I/AAAAAAAAAvk/3RfQLQs0BUY/s400/crossroads.jpg" width="380" /></a></div>Certainly on the street level, it is not nearly as crowded as this looks. But, it was evening rush hour and a bit busy. I do notice that it is primarily cabs heading through Times Square at this hour. In another shot, there were a few trucks, and buses. But, here I informally counted 17 cabs in this shot. The yellow path of cabs kind of adds a nice separation between the groups of people. <br />
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I spent a good amount of time watching the zipper sign move by and would try and freeze certain words that might be symbolic or important. I got a few shots with the words "information", "heist", "trusted", "general" featured. But, in this case, we have "News" centering (which seems rather appropriate).<br />
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There is one person who I would consider a focal point within the shot, the guy in the blue sweater in the front is probably best posed. His name is Waldo perhaps.John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-53470717881433302402010-04-08T23:40:00.000-04:002010-04-08T23:40:47.044-04:00The Recycler<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/S76ghH631yI/AAAAAAAAAvM/_XPc_YAYN00/s1600/-+6229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/S76ghH631yI/AAAAAAAAAvM/_XPc_YAYN00/s320/-+6229.jpg" /></a></div>StreetObservations.com - Some people work hard for a living, I think this guy is one of them. He passed by without attracting much attention. It took me a second to realize what an accomplishment it is to collect this many cans. I'm not sure how many cans he assembled, but it's probably at least 1000... 2000? 5000? <br />
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I think it was maybe an extra easy day to get cans today, but its still hard work. <br />
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These three colonial clad musicians were playing away, fife and drum songs. People continued walking by oblivious to the effort these gentlemen put into this guest appearance. I didn't have my regular camera, but I did have my iPhone, which was perfect for this shot. It has an extreme wide angle camera on it. It let me get the street, musicians and all of the statues in the one shot. All it does make the players look rather tiny, as if they weren't even real. But they were real. <br />
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This picture was the best, because of the complementary red shirts of the garbage men. I also like the businessman on the cell phone. <br />
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This is highly subjective, of course, but I do take into account reaction to pictures that have been posted. So, there is some external influence. This year was a little tricky as there were really two genres that don't necessarily mix completely.<br /><br />The first category is what I have typically evaluated - a stylized, nicely composed, striking picture.<br /><br />The second category is " slice of life" street photography shots, frequently done, in black and white. These may not be beautiful but they capture a moment in time.<br /><br />Since most of the shots for the year came from the streets of Manhattan (actually all of them), they really do cross over. But, I ended up sticking to my traditional method of selection, I might put the "street photography" scenes in a future post.<br /><br />I think this may be my best batch in the yearly round up, as compared to <a href="http://fraissi.net/Gallery/top_10_photos_of_2008.htm">2008</a>, <a href="http://fraissi.net/Gallery/top_10_photos_of_2007.htm">2007</a>, <a href="http://fraissi.net/Gallery/top_10_photos_of_2006.htm">2006</a>, and <a href="http://fraissi.net/Gallery/top_10_photos_of_2005.htm">2005</a>. That's probably because I've been inspired by my relatively new camera.<br /><br />Here they are presented in sequence as taken over the course of the year. (Click to picture to see it larger). Some of the pictures have been previously discussed in my StreetObservations.com blog. Clicking (more...) will take you back those entries.<br /><br />1. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Fleeting Figure</span> - The light on this winter day seemed particularly dramatic to me. This AM commute shot was taken on Vesey Street (you can see the name embossed in the sidewalk). I've been told this has a very cinematic feel to it, kind of a "film noir" sense. My daughter, the film student, has a version of this on the wall of her college apartment.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sz5imLnvl3I/AAAAAAAAArE/H6PzNopjCTg/s1600-h/Fleeting+Figure+-+6033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sz5imLnvl3I/AAAAAAAAArE/H6PzNopjCTg/s320/Fleeting+Figure+-+6033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421879409494693746" border="0" /></a>2. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sitting Alone</span> - This was taken in Chase Manhattan Plaza on a cold day. There weren't many people out. I was initially attracted by the light which was highlighting the trees above. This shot seems to me to be rather in the style of the painter, Edward Hopper. Of the batch, this was the only one of the ten pictures that I did a bit of cosmetic Photoshop work on. I removed a second railing on the rear fence that went through the girl's head. (Also, some bird crap specs that were on the awning across the street).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sz5iqm2a7uI/AAAAAAAAArM/JkhLwOR2LMo/s1600-h/Sitting+Alone+-.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sz5iqm2a7uI/AAAAAAAAArM/JkhLwOR2LMo/s320/Sitting+Alone+-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421879485523488482" border="0" /></a>3. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sliver of Ligh</span>t - In this case, again attracted by the light, I parked myself up on a plaza that overlooked this corner. I was intrigued by how the crosswalk was lit up in this narrow path. I spent a lunch time taking about 25 shots of people crossing, and this was my favorite. (<a href="http://streetobservations.com/2009/02/sliver-of-light.html">More...</a>)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sz5iukpieCI/AAAAAAAAArU/rNx8X2-R7KY/s1600-h/Sliver+of+Light+-+6315.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sz5iukpieCI/AAAAAAAAArU/rNx8X2-R7KY/s320/Sliver+of+Light+-+6315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421879553652062242" border="0" /></a>4. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Coffee Truck Umbrellas</span> - This was near City Hall and the end shot seems a bit surrealistic to me. The way the umbrellas lined up and the stark coloring, I think, adds drama. (<a href="http://streetobservations.com/2009/04/coffee-cart.html">More...</a>)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sz5izMubVxI/AAAAAAAAArc/L8DpVQzvsAk/s1600-h/Coffee+Truck+Umbrellas+-+7379.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sz5izMubVxI/AAAAAAAAArc/L8DpVQzvsAk/s320/Coffee+Truck+Umbrellas+-+7379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421879633129461522" border="0" /></a>5. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Phone Booth Trio</span> - In this case, I was attracted to the phone booths positioned in front of the blue wall. I waited across the street as people passed. Again, maybe 25 pictures. The three people in alignment is just coincidence. (<a href="http://streetobservations.com/2009/05/phone-booth-trio.html">More...</a>)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sz5jRd2bOjI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ibdICEAA0RI/s1600-h/Phone+Booth+Trio+-+7944.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sz5jRd2bOjI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ibdICEAA0RI/s320/Phone+Booth+Trio+-+7944.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421880153122486834" border="0" /></a>6. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Revolving Women</span> - This was a "high tech"-looking location to me. The chrome in the revolving door and the bright colors of the painting were interesting. I setup so the painting behind was positioned on the side of the doorway. I took about 30 pictures (this one was my favorite) and then security shooed me away. (<a href="http://streetobservations.com/2009/07/revolving-door.html">More...</a>)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sz5i3Y_OncI/AAAAAAAAArk/F_ggf_dox5I/s1600-h/Revolving+Women+-+9876.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sz5i3Y_OncI/AAAAAAAAArk/F_ggf_dox5I/s320/Revolving+Women+-+9876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421879705140633026" border="0" /></a>7. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Minas Mood</span> - This had no setup, I looked, had my camera ready and immediately shot. I knew the pose was going to be an emotional photo immediately. I've been told by someone in Brazil that Minas is a Brazilian state. (<a href="http://streetobservations.com/2009/07/instant-clicks.html">More...</a>)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sz5i8AtHTbI/AAAAAAAAArs/0UUjc9jqEpk/s1600-h/Minas+Mood+-+0749.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sz5i8AtHTbI/AAAAAAAAArs/0UUjc9jqEpk/s320/Minas+Mood+-+0749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421879784521551282" border="0" /></a>8. <span style="font-weight: bold;">And, It's Only Lunch Time</span> - I was hurrying past these guys on the street, but they caught my eye. I had an internal debate as to whether I wanted to take the time to drag my camera out and take the shot. The composition was so perfect though, that I convinced myself to do it. This picture also classifies in the "Street Photography" category, due to the expression on the guy's face. And, that's why it is titled as it is. (<a href="http://streetobservations.com/2009/08/composition.html">More...</a>)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sz5jHe-KLJI/AAAAAAAAAr0/rZvzev0IYkQ/s1600-h/And+it%27s+Only+Lunch+Time+-+0857.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sz5jHe-KLJI/AAAAAAAAAr0/rZvzev0IYkQ/s320/And+it%27s+Only+Lunch+Time+-+0857.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421879981624667282" border="0" /></a>9. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Melrose Place Buddies</span> - I was taking a lot of evening shots in the rain with a high ISO (helps in the dark). I'm not sure what was up with these three but they were enjoying their time in the rain. The bus sign for the tv show Melrose Place kind of adds a nice sub-context to it. Their legs are in perfect alignment.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sz5ih-OGNtI/AAAAAAAAAq8/tFriMF3ulZw/s1600-h/Melrose+Place+Buddies+-+1020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sz5ih-OGNtI/AAAAAAAAAq8/tFriMF3ulZw/s320/Melrose+Place+Buddies+-+1020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421879337177986770" border="0" /></a>10. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Waiting for a Cab</span> - Another rain shot, which are amongst my favorites. The shine and lights always add dazzle to the pictures. This shot isn't one of my favorites, but is one of my most popular on <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jfraissi/">Flickr</a>, so I'm including it. (<a href="http://streetobservations.com/2009/08/creating-art.html">More...</a>)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sz5jV24Ex3I/AAAAAAAAAsE/rjIZIozE3Nw/s1600-h/Waiting+for+a+Cab+-+1055.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sz5jV24Ex3I/AAAAAAAAAsE/rjIZIozE3Nw/s320/Waiting+for+a+Cab+-+1055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421880228559767410" border="0" /></a>As I said, much more of the background of each picture are contained in the (More...) links. I've got my eye on a new lens and some new types of shots for 2010.John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-16998951321391850092009-12-25T22:32:00.000-05:002009-12-28T15:50:41.250-05:00PerceptiveI took a picture of these two women because I thought the blouse on the left with the Mondrian-ish print was a bit unusual. Upon further reflection, I pegged the two of them as nuns... undercover nuns.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SzA-BjUX99I/AAAAAAAAAqU/0aFCm5A50bo/s1600-h/Undercover+Nuns+-+1589.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SzA-BjUX99I/AAAAAAAAAqU/0aFCm5A50bo/s400/Undercover+Nuns+-+1589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417898548108195794" border="0" /></a>It wasn't until I did a blowup on subject #1 on the left that I found evidence of their faith. Her medallion says Sisters of St. Francis. Ah, the power of having many megapixels.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SzLjkI0hIjI/AAAAAAAAAq0/uJgd-fvoMUk/s1600-h/Undercover+Nuns+closeup+-+1589.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SzLjkI0hIjI/AAAAAAAAAq0/uJgd-fvoMUk/s320/Undercover+Nuns+closeup+-+1589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418643511662682674" border="0" /></a>John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-15788827178874809952009-12-21T16:10:00.010-05:002009-12-22T13:56:52.721-05:00Color Coordinated Cemetery<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sy_pHk88AeI/AAAAAAAAAqM/6JsMjlYWDIs/s1600-h/Trinity+Cemetery+-.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sy_pHk88AeI/AAAAAAAAAqM/6JsMjlYWDIs/s400/Trinity+Cemetery+-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417805193137619426" border="0" /></a></div>StreetObservations.com - The <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trinity_Church_Cemetery">cemetery at Trinity Church</a> is located at the intersection of Broadway and Wall Street. It is the final resting place of many famous figures from history including Alexander Hamilton, Robert Fulton, Ralph Waldo Emerson and others. These graves date back to 1681.<br /><br />I like the musty look of the stones. Some of them are covered with moss. I setup with my camera across Broadway and took shots as people passed on the sidewalk. Since there were wreaths out with red ribbons for the holidays, I focused on people who were wearing red as they passed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sy_lWk7BZvI/AAAAAAAAAp8/7Aky6mwI0tI/s1600-h/-+4467.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sy_lWk7BZvI/AAAAAAAAAp8/7Aky6mwI0tI/s400/-+4467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417801052781111026" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sy_la911xtI/AAAAAAAAAqE/bE7RDCdGYu8/s1600-h/-+4468.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sy_la911xtI/AAAAAAAAAqE/bE7RDCdGYu8/s400/-+4468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417801128189740754" border="0" /></a>Previously I took this picture of the benches lining one wall. I think they show a lot of character.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SzDEVSqmkYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/OUJf6wlBU0I/s1600-h/-+1744.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SzDEVSqmkYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/OUJf6wlBU0I/s400/-+1744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418046221793530242" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SzDEVSqmkYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/OUJf6wlBU0I/s1600-h/-+1744.jpg"><br /></a>John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-80486183076972791882009-12-13T22:37:00.010-05:002009-12-14T15:45:27.465-05:00GeometryLines and circles... basic geometric shapes. A street crossing is made up of them. The evenly spaced lines to define a crosswalk. The circles of the manhole cover.<br /><br />On this particular day of picture taking, the bright sun created strong shadows that defined a particular crosswalk. I was especially attracted to the manhole cover. I focused on it and watched the silhouettes pass. They weren't people, the bright light in my faces didn't make that possible, they were silhouettes.<br /><br />I waited, and isolated the legs and shadows of the silhouettes as they moved through the geometry of the crossing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SyWzMUjEEkI/AAAAAAAAApo/L6KS_NNuJj0/s1600-h/-+3252.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SyWzMUjEEkI/AAAAAAAAApo/L6KS_NNuJj0/s400/-+3252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414931151238468162" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SyWzI7uil2I/AAAAAAAAApg/QDzUUNAQrlw/s1600-h/-+3253.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SyWzI7uil2I/AAAAAAAAApg/QDzUUNAQrlw/s400/-+3253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414931093036111714" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SyWzQdggwUI/AAAAAAAAApw/omI08M4Fb7U/s1600-h/-+3248.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SyWzQdggwUI/AAAAAAAAApw/omI08M4Fb7U/s400/-+3248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414931222363160898" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SyWzFNB9IuI/AAAAAAAAApY/IfMLSr4fdy0/s1600-h/-+3254.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SyWzFNB9IuI/AAAAAAAAApY/IfMLSr4fdy0/s400/-+3254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414931028961469154" border="0" /></a>John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-50233128657350630462009-12-03T21:57:00.004-05:002009-12-04T14:15:59.613-05:00$20,000 bikeFor whatever reason, Exchange Place was blocked off and there was bagged garbage all over the sidewalks. I heard a security man tell a driver, "That's a $20,000 bike under there. I told him not to park there." I walked across the street and saw what he was talking about and took this shot.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sxh67Y1oYEI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Vvl5X_n944Y/s1600-h/%2420K+bike+-+4366.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sxh67Y1oYEI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Vvl5X_n944Y/s400/%2420K+bike+-+4366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411210112983916610" border="0" /></a>John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-14770608318743031192009-11-30T18:00:00.001-05:002009-12-01T07:37:08.673-05:00Leaving ShoreI've been on a few cruise ships, and have always found it exciting when the ship leaves dock for the first time. Just the fact that something that big is moving is amazing. But, with the music playing, people waving and the great views, it's an inspiring experience.<br /><br />Here are some pictures from a recent trip to Mexico. They look best if you click on them to view larger. We were second in line to get out of the port at Ft. Lauderdale. First was the Celebrity ship next door. The light at sundown was amazing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SxNL7fiXBuI/AAAAAAAAAoo/cxf5DzpP3L8/s1600/-+3763.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SxNL7fiXBuI/AAAAAAAAAoo/cxf5DzpP3L8/s400/-+3763.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409751062852077282" border="0" /></a>There were a lot of people waving (from the other ship also). This guy seemed to make a special trip to come wave. Maybe he was talking to someone on board?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SxNMJGcfr5I/AAAAAAAAAo4/xTVtZcw4EO0/s1600/-+3788.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SxNMJGcfr5I/AAAAAAAAAo4/xTVtZcw4EO0/s400/-+3788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409751296634761106" border="0" /></a>We seemed to be in a race with this speed boat. It was a bit speedier than us, but he suffered when it came to onboard entertainment. It seemed to me that it was levitating over the water. The slow shutter speed and panning along with the boat made a rather cool effect.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SxNMNQL1f-I/AAAAAAAAApA/SRHfPfK4NEE/s1600/Speed+Boat+-+3797.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SxNMNQL1f-I/AAAAAAAAApA/SRHfPfK4NEE/s400/Speed+Boat+-+3797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409751367968718818" border="0" /></a>People on deck, of course, were walking around, pointing, and looking.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SxNMDYPw2sI/AAAAAAAAAow/npDENtxbEf8/s1600/-+3775.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SxNMDYPw2sI/AAAAAAAAAow/npDENtxbEf8/s400/-+3775.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409751198333983426" border="0" /></a>And, there were some people who managed to get to the bar.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SxNMSAb9x5I/AAAAAAAAApI/l5losh-eskQ/s1600/-+3817.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SxNMSAb9x5I/AAAAAAAAApI/l5losh-eskQ/s400/-+3817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409751449640748946" border="0" /></a>John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-78308623827111318912009-11-24T22:04:00.010-05:002009-11-25T07:33:29.673-05:00Oasis StitchingSo, I was headed out on a cruise from Ft. Lauderdale, headed towards Mexico. The port there had a number of ships waiting to take off. There were all quite large, but the shuttle bus driver pointed out one that was especially huge. It was "Oasis of the Seas", which I learned was the largest ship in the world. Some other passengers were getting off to take a trip on Oasis. They were travel agents from Canada. They were taking a one day ride to nowhere so they could review it. The ship has not yet taken its maiden voyage (hope their are enough lifeboats).<br /><br />After getting on my own ship, "Enchantment of the Seas" (which was 11 decks itself). I got a view of the Oasis right across the pier. It was too large to get in one frame, so I took a series of pictures from one end to the next. The pieces looked like this.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SwygGUXTLcI/AAAAAAAAAoI/lNQwP5Z8TpY/s1600/-+3759.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SwygGUXTLcI/AAAAAAAAAoI/lNQwP5Z8TpY/s400/-+3759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407873282971217346" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SwygOibMdKI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ej-zZYGD4aY/s1600/-+3760.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SwygOibMdKI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ej-zZYGD4aY/s400/-+3760.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407873424184603810" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SwygWOrilnI/AAAAAAAAAoY/95EKcRdqGSc/s1600/-+3761.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SwygWOrilnI/AAAAAAAAAoY/95EKcRdqGSc/s400/-+3761.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407873556323407474" border="0" /></a>I loaded them into my picture editor, and stitched them together to make the ship whole again. And, this is what I got. Looks a bit smaller, but it's all there. You can click the picture to get a larger view of the picture and get a better sense of its size.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Swyg1QrPZAI/AAAAAAAAAog/Hchh-dsGArU/s1600/Oasis+panorama.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Swyg1QrPZAI/AAAAAAAAAog/Hchh-dsGArU/s400/Oasis+panorama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407874089434964994" border="0" /></a>John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-74348290318345522962009-11-08T20:12:00.014-05:002009-11-11T13:24:11.124-05:00Yankee Tickertape RecapFriday was my second tickertape parade. The first was the one celebrating the Super Bowl victory of the Giants in 2008. While crowded, I had good positioning to get a feel for the parade and got some <a href="http://johnfraissinet.blogspot.com/2008/02/tickertape-parade.html">decent photos</a>. But, that crowd seemed to be nothing compared to the Yankees parade. I couldn't get anywhere near the parade itself and didn't even try.<br /><br />To get an idea of how far back the crowds went, in the shot below, the parade would be passing by near the traffic light way up ahead. The girl is looking the wrong way.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SvduGX_TleI/AAAAAAAAAn4/1jowGQqUjgU/s1600-h/Eyes+for+the+Yankees+-+3612.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SvduGX_TleI/AAAAAAAAAn4/1jowGQqUjgU/s400/Eyes+for+the+Yankees+-+3612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401907333852009954" border="0" /></a>Instead, I focused on the people in their Yankee outfits. They didn't always feel like cheering. Many of them had been there since 7am (parade time was 11). Add on to that time to get your face painted.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SvrybFPr8cI/AAAAAAAAAoA/K1lBgcizb8U/s1600-h/Serious+Fans+-+3658.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SvrybFPr8cI/AAAAAAAAAoA/K1lBgcizb8U/s400/Serious+Fans+-+3658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402897250062692802" border="0" /></a>Several were fighting to use the bathrooms in office buildings nearby, even though signs said NO PUBLIC BATHROOMS. Even the face painters got tired and eventually lost their enthusiasm. These two seemed to be done (this was after the parade).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Svdt8YJaGNI/AAAAAAAAAno/rGHviA3ycZQ/s1600-h/Fanned+Out+-+3661.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Svdt8YJaGNI/AAAAAAAAAno/rGHviA3ycZQ/s400/Fanned+Out+-+3661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401907162095687890" border="0" /></a>Finally, I got this amusing moment on video from my iPhone. Apparently this flag was considered a weapon, and the guy holding it was removed.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ueUB1daYiFs&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ueUB1daYiFs&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-59835554538694761802009-11-08T19:59:00.005-05:002009-11-08T20:12:31.250-05:00ClickersStreetObservations.com - I was walking home in the vicinity of City Hall. Across the street I noticed a guy sitting casually in an orange vest and hat observing people as they passed. He was very serious looking and had something in his hand. Maybe a clicker. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SvdqRIbsg8I/AAAAAAAAAng/iQZxTyX2S08/s1600-h/-+1958.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SvdqRIbsg8I/AAAAAAAAAng/iQZxTyX2S08/s400/-+1958.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401903120608166850" border="0" /></a>I looked a little bit to his left and there was another guy. Watching, watching people pass. A little strange. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SvdqDTjqx_I/AAAAAAAAAnY/gyjiYoAC7ks/s1600-h/-+1959.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SvdqDTjqx_I/AAAAAAAAAnY/gyjiYoAC7ks/s400/-+1959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401902883076229106" border="0" /></a>Then, I looked across Broadway and there was another! At the same intersection. Watching, counting, clicking. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SvdpuCA3fCI/AAAAAAAAAnI/mhvfVxd6QBg/s1600-h/-+1969.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SvdpuCA3fCI/AAAAAAAAAnI/mhvfVxd6QBg/s400/-+1969.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401902517589605410" border="0" /></a>I was a bit unnerving, they were everywhere. I had a funny feeling that I, in fact, was being watched. And, maybe, was being watched? Ahhhhhh!!!!!! No!!!!! Damn, I've been counted!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Svdp9lM3g5I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/8Gdf65PJhQE/s1600-h/-+1964.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Svdp9lM3g5I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/8Gdf65PJhQE/s400/-+1964.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401902784733217682" border="0" /></a>John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-1512646160159517842009-11-01T13:24:00.006-05:002009-11-01T13:43:47.072-05:00Lunch Truck VanityStreetObservations.com - So, a lunch truck was parked on Whitehall Street. It was one of those shiny high tech ones. I noticed this guy standing in the street waiting for service at a window. I thought his reflection was kind of cool, especially with half of his face cutoff. So, I started taking some pictures. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Su3Stz7w4OI/AAAAAAAAAmw/k8oKiNmO5YA/s1600-h/-+3280.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Su3Stz7w4OI/AAAAAAAAAmw/k8oKiNmO5YA/s400/-+3280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399203212763914466" border="0" /></a>It was kind of strange that he was in the street since most people would be waiting on the sidewalk. And, obviously the vendor was spending his time with those on the other side of the truck. So, this guy keeps waiting. I could see he had a suitcase, so he was probably a tourist. Not sure what was up with his double hoody look, especially since it was a warm day. After a while, he started checking himself out in the reflection of the truck. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Su3SzDQ5K7I/AAAAAAAAAm4/Jj0Qj3CQjYM/s1600-h/Lunch+Truck+Vanity+-+3278.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Su3SzDQ5K7I/AAAAAAAAAm4/Jj0Qj3CQjYM/s400/Lunch+Truck+Vanity+-+3278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399203302778416050" border="0" /></a>Finally, the merchant turned around and addressed the guy. Sure looks like he wasn't happy with this guy being on the wrong side of the truck, and the reaction from the tourist looks like he doesn't have a clue and is baffled by the strong reaction. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Su3SpiHLwcI/AAAAAAAAAmo/cJ91xgurjqY/s1600-h/-+3281.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Su3SpiHLwcI/AAAAAAAAAmo/cJ91xgurjqY/s400/-+3281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399203139260498370" border="0" /></a>John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-46186146858530492342009-10-25T19:58:00.013-04:002009-10-28T14:10:49.801-04:00Tripod WorkMost of my picture taking is hand held. These are at places with a lot of light. Mostly outside. Fast moving people on the street. I don't often have the luxury of using a tripod. And I don't really like the overhead of carrying one around, although I do have a little tiny mini one that I occasionally don't use either.<br /><br />But, I had an assignment to photograph the inside of a fabulous old church. I don't usually care much for churches, but this one was kind of special. It was built in 1914 and was just incredibly interesting with its stain glasses and multiple balconies. I had the place completely to myself.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SuTmgKpr8bI/AAAAAAAAAmY/m_KqQVMS45o/s1600-h/-+2983.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SuTmgKpr8bI/AAAAAAAAAmY/m_KqQVMS45o/s400/-+2983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396691693786100146" border="0" /></a>I was left to my own devices pretty much for lighting and had to hunt down where the switches were. I finally found an electric panel in a back room. But, they control only a little bit of light. This meant, that I would need the tripod that I had brought along with me to take time exposures of the interior. This would be the first time I used it in years.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SuTmbys4wrI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/0bnJk8WYq_I/s1600-h/-+2979.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SuTmbys4wrI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/0bnJk8WYq_I/s400/-+2979.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396691618637595314" border="0" /></a>Even though it was very dark inside, taking these long shots made it look fully lit. Each shot would take 20 or 30 seconds in addition to the time to setup. But, it helped challenge me to think about the pictures differently. (I'm not usually that patient when I shoot).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SuTmXj_mLKI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ipF141yAzEQ/s1600-h/-+2964.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SuTmXj_mLKI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ipF141yAzEQ/s400/-+2964.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396691545970060450" border="0" /></a>Because it was pouring rain outside, I will need to take exteriors on a different trip. I won't need a tripod (but just may bring one anyway).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SuZR3fSPorI/AAAAAAAAAmg/sMFt5CJpMTo/s1600-h/-+3034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SuZR3fSPorI/AAAAAAAAAmg/sMFt5CJpMTo/s400/-+3034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397091217182794418" border="0" /></a>John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-39540794196419569932009-10-21T14:22:00.011-04:002009-10-22T19:03:07.793-04:00The Farm's View<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/St_FtsuHICI/AAAAAAAAAlw/6h9-kWi_YGs/s1600-h/-+270014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/St_FtsuHICI/AAAAAAAAAlw/6h9-kWi_YGs/s400/-+270014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395248267502493730" border="0" /></a>When I was a kid, every year we would go up to the summer home my grandparents had in the Catskill mountains in NY. We called it simply, "The Farm". Above is a painting of how it looked in my memory. The Farm was sold long ago after my grandparents passed away, but recently we went back to take a look.<br /><br />The house has now been greatly modernized primarily as it is now inhabited by a wealthy family. While it still resembles the original building build in the 1800s, it has been enlarged and modernized. Several wings have been added as well as a new barn down the road a bit. This is it now:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/St_FijzoF0I/AAAAAAAAAlg/M8YT6Ao0TXw/s1600-h/-+1010057.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/St_FijzoF0I/AAAAAAAAAlg/M8YT6Ao0TXw/s400/-+1010057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395248076131145538" border="0" /></a>The original horse hitching post remains where it always was right in front, looking much like it did in the painting.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/St_Fd9rxzjI/AAAAAAAAAlY/SPBoBH7Jaro/s1600-h/-+1010050.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/St_Fd9rxzjI/AAAAAAAAAlY/SPBoBH7Jaro/s400/-+1010050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395247997178203698" border="0" /></a>What is also unchanged is the look across the street. A magnificent view of a slate wall, field, and distant mountains. I remember the view would change daily based on the weather. The focal point always was a tower built on the primary mountain called Point Lookout. After a while, the tower burned down but the main building was still visible way up on the mountain. <a href="http://pointlookoutinn.com/">Point Lookout remains an Inn</a> and has a view of 5 states. It was fascinating how the view could appear so many different ways.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/St_KFb9POxI/AAAAAAAAAl4/viXsUZkqcU0/s1600-h/-+0090.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/St_KFb9POxI/AAAAAAAAAl4/viXsUZkqcU0/s400/-+0090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395253073365908242" border="0" /></a>Our visit came on a rainy foggy day. Sadly, the mountains could not be seen. But, I still had memories and the view here was still gorgeous. I am happy that it has been kept up and improved over the years.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/St9WXmR9SWI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/4L9eq20WHL8/s1600-h/the+farm+view.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/St9WXmR9SWI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/4L9eq20WHL8/s400/the+farm+view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395125842025990498" border="0" /></a>John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-74448130897728309182009-10-19T23:06:00.003-04:002009-10-19T23:11:17.503-04:00Tour Group Underhead<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/St0ptWJ5JXI/AAAAAAAAAlI/MQ3LavXZp1I/s1600-h/Tour+Group+Underhead+-+0657.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/St0ptWJ5JXI/AAAAAAAAAlI/MQ3LavXZp1I/s400/Tour+Group+Underhead+-+0657.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394513787677648242" border="0" /></a><br />A rainy day. I turned around to look outside from my office window on the 32nd floor. Straight down was a tour group which I spotted by the clustering of colored umbrellas. I guess my windows need washing, but still an interesting perspective.John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-25352838229189328772009-10-02T07:25:00.000-04:002009-10-02T10:19:35.385-04:00NeonNow, as the days are getting shorter, its getting dark when I get out from work. While there's still some light, the street lights and store signs pop a bit. So, I'm noticing the neon signs much more.<br /><br />This shot could have been me, looking at old baseball cards in the window of a sports card store. I call this picture, "Memorabilia Desires". <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SsYKWW5QsnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/3vkQkl_6jmk/s1600-h/neon+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SsYKWW5QsnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/3vkQkl_6jmk/s400/neon+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388005383414526578" border="0" /></a>This picture is self-explanatory. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SsYKOpSG4dI/AAAAAAAAAk4/SQt6kvb1JaQ/s1600-h/neon+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SsYKOpSG4dI/AAAAAAAAAk4/SQt6kvb1JaQ/s400/neon+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388005250911625682" border="0" /></a>For this one, I pointed at the sign and just kept shooting as people came by. I was looking for a mix of people, or some interesting positioning. I took about 40 shots. There was one of a huge portly guy, which would have been a nice juxtaposition with the deli food, but it was a bit fuzzy. This is the one I liked the best. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SsYKIZXqmYI/AAAAAAAAAkw/rb1iHPkoHc4/s1600-h/neon+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SsYKIZXqmYI/AAAAAAAAAkw/rb1iHPkoHc4/s400/neon+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388005143560755586" border="0" /></a>John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-85570877896139982552009-09-22T21:40:00.006-04:002009-10-14T09:20:24.801-04:00Strolling and Strumming<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Srl9ZekyRiI/AAAAAAAAAkY/xaSVgWpY_E4/s1600-h/Guitar+Man+Coming+-+1944.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Srl9ZekyRiI/AAAAAAAAAkY/xaSVgWpY_E4/s400/Guitar+Man+Coming+-+1944.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384472706155693602" border="0" /></a><br />I heard the music, then I saw him coming. This guy was playing his guitar on the move. He was playing the crowd, but not as a concert. He was moving along with the rush hour crowd in full tune. He was strolling and strumming, in that order. Occasionally pausing to relate to those passing by, but mostly just passing through.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Srl9kRxRr5I/AAAAAAAAAkg/piZDdaNAu9I/s1600-h/-+1950.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Srl9kRxRr5I/AAAAAAAAAkg/piZDdaNAu9I/s400/-+1950.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384472891696983954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Srl9qbMcIEI/AAAAAAAAAko/uXS_v9ZK3vQ/s1600-h/Guitar+Man+Diagonal+-+1947.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Srl9qbMcIEI/AAAAAAAAAko/uXS_v9ZK3vQ/s400/Guitar+Man+Diagonal+-+1947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384472997306048578" border="0" /></a>John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-67440318531175986672009-09-19T23:51:00.007-04:002009-09-19T23:58:23.265-04:00A Philadelphia NeighborhoodI spent a few days in a quaint neighborhood on the west side of Philadelphia. The brick paver sidewalks were surrounded by big houses with broad porches. On a cloudy day, I took a walk and looked around. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SrWn3a_l0PI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/pV45RzmHFHE/s1600-h/-+1901.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SrWn3a_l0PI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/pV45RzmHFHE/s400/-+1901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383393500171981042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SrWnzKSYWMI/AAAAAAAAAkI/sAN0jfT5w5U/s1600-h/-+1898.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SrWnzKSYWMI/AAAAAAAAAkI/sAN0jfT5w5U/s400/-+1898.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383393426967910594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SrWnp05scsI/AAAAAAAAAj4/twd6tamdCZY/s1600-h/-+1876.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SrWnp05scsI/AAAAAAAAAj4/twd6tamdCZY/s400/-+1876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383393266608403138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SrWnljKt-pI/AAAAAAAAAjw/2Zl2nuKFLYs/s1600-h/-+1870.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SrWnljKt-pI/AAAAAAAAAjw/2Zl2nuKFLYs/s400/-+1870.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383393193128491666" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SrWnulCAZAI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Sxi6uOyEo6U/s1600-h/-+1888.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SrWnulCAZAI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Sxi6uOyEo6U/s400/-+1888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383393348247643138" border="0" /></a>John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-55758173587600453792009-09-12T15:08:00.004-04:002009-09-12T15:12:37.799-04:009/11 ViewThis is the view from my office's window on the 32nd floor looking down onto the World Trade Center site yesterday, on the 9/11 anniversary. They added the flag just for the day. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SqvyV_Mod4I/AAAAAAAAAjo/5m6vEhku-cg/s1600-h/-+1857.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/SqvyV_Mod4I/AAAAAAAAAjo/5m6vEhku-cg/s400/-+1857.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380660639379781506" border="0" /></a>John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529567874968471295.post-8382686854711555902009-09-10T22:20:00.005-04:002009-09-10T22:30:28.302-04:00Street BlockThey are preparing for the September 11th memorial services at Zuccotti Park (across from the World Trade Center site) by closing off adjoining Liberty Street. They are securing the area by installing temporary heavy duty concrete blocks. I also noticed that all the garbage cans in the surrounding blocks have been removed. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sqm0tjii6sI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/J9sttpZZHXk/s1600-h/-+0359.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sqm0tjii6sI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/J9sttpZZHXk/s400/-+0359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380029924598016706" border="0" /></a>They are simultaneously beautifying the park by putting in rows and rows of flowers. (Pictures taken with an iPhone).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sqm1lkI0sPI/AAAAAAAAAjY/7U9mHqCQn7k/s1600-h/-+0344.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2DsC0QxAJQ/Sqm1lkI0sPI/AAAAAAAAAjY/7U9mHqCQn7k/s400/-+0344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380030886831239410" border="0" /></a>John Fraissinethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08226277762301566952noreply@blogger.com1