The bustle, the colors, the textures, the smells, the sounds, the people, the sights. They never repeat and they never stop. Constantly new yet familiar. Everyone fits in because no two are alike.
Tagged: art, Basquiat, Broadway, Manhattan, New York City, NYC, SoHo, street photography, theater, travel
Tagged: Happy Go Lucky, Manhattan, NYC, photography, travel
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Happiness is in the heart of the feeler.
Memories are written and recalled as uniquely as we each are.
I take them to the city to see the sights, to hear and smell and feel the difference in the air.
A city full of passion and confusion, chaos and magic, overstimulation and isolation, fears and dreams.
My love affair cannot be passed down, only shared.
I see them recall their last time, they note the difference, they wonder at the newness.
Memories are being written; some with magic in the moment and some will await the magic in a future recollection.
Tagged: childhood, family, New York City, NYC, photography, travel
Tagged: Brooklyn, New York City, NYC, photography, travel
We have celebrated Thanksgiving and Christmas in the city many times over the years. Each time there are things that are the same; the floats, balloons, crowds, ice skating, the cold, Santa. And each time there is one thing that is constantly different; the kids. From Lucas’ first to Penny’s first to Oliver’s first each time brings new belief, understanding, complaining and appreciation. No matter how tired we are from lack of sleep, carrying the kids, standing in crowds and navigating amongst the tourists we know that once we are home we’ll only recall the best parts.
Tagged: family photography, Manhattan, New York, NYC, photography, travel
Sticky, bubbly, smooth, buttery, stretchy, tacky
Science and creativity
It’s slime!
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Our hotel is on 57th and 7th, just north of the quintessential tourist attraction Times Square. The kids have their $4 flavorless hot dogs and while sitting in the center of the sensory-overwhelming digital billboards pronounce it the best hot dog ever. We make our way south to 42nd Street. We see Aladdin, a dazzling show that captivates us all. East is Bryant Park. Remnants of the holiday fair remain. We find a cozy spot with cocktails, churros and a great view of the ice skating outside. 
Tagged: Aladdin, Broadway, ice skating, New York City, NYC, photography, Rockefeller Center, Times Square, travel
“He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion…no, make that: he – he romanticized it all out of proportion. Yeah. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin.”
– Woody Allen, Manhattan
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