Moving on.

This was fun.

No...really. This was a blast. Capturing things one picture at a time was an exciting challenge. I never would have guessed that I would become so enamored with photographing the everyday. Some pictures I loved while others left something to be desired, but along the way I was learning. I hope you've enjoyed the day-to-day.

In an effort to focus on quality over regularity, I've decided to no longer continue with the daily photos. I will now be posting on a new page, http://catchthatphoto.wordpress.com. With this new format I hope to better share my "semi-regular" photos. (Hell, I'm sure updates will be more frequent there than they were here.)

Thank you to everyone that stopped by this little page over the past year and shared your feedback, comments, and photos. I'm looking forward to hearing from you over on the new site!

Cheers,
BK

Camera shy.

I followed this poor sap for a good five minutes. It was not a proud moment for either of us.

Umbrellas, sunglasses, and gyros.

All for $5.


Other city staples that cost around $5:

Pashmina's

Gray's Papaya's Recession Special

Two rides on the subway (like you're ever going to hold on to the card and its remaining oddball change)

Sunday editions of the Big3 papers (Times, Post, Daily News)

100 postcards (if you shop correctly)

Good dog.

I doubt this dog owner was actually trying to shield her pup's eyes from something, but the look is adorable nonetheless.

Tastes like victory.

Red, please.

Happy Mother's Day.

The K's were in town today for a little taste of downtown. Another walking tour moseying through the Lower East Side, Little Italy and Chinatown. Pickles included, frog lets not.

Windy weekend.

Much of the day was spent people watching in New York's premier PW spot - Union Square. The square's proximity to NYU, the East Village, and Brooklyn via the L train provides an ever-changing crowd of individuals to gawk at. The downside to today's lazy afternoon was the wind. To call it strong would be nice; $%*#ing awful is more accurate. Artists struggled to keep their works weighed down, and I squinted to keep Union Square's finest dust out of my eyes.

The kite guy, though - he was having a blast.

What's scarier?

So what's scarier? This cell phone picture of a building in Central Park or the fact that I'm training* for a half-marathon in a month and half?


*Training is a loose term.