A friend of mine recently attended a large private event where he was in close proximity to someone he truly admires. He posted about it on Facebook asking “If you encounter someone famous that you respect at private event, in this case a big event, how do you ask for a selfie or what do you say to them in hopes of a small conversation?”
I take a lot of photographs. A LOT. I take photographs of my beloved NYC…
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(I was struck by the bird house, it being a traditionally non-urban object, but having the cityscape behind it made me doubletake that this particular birdhouse had several stories…not unlike the buildings in the background.)
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Brave Girl in the rain — — what’s weird is how lonely the street is, there are ALWAYS tourists here.
I also take photographs of weird shit I see in the universe….
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This is a cluster of tiny toys belonging to the barista/owner of a high-end coffee shop, but it makes no sense. (The barista said “don’t move them” as though they were arranged specifically.)
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I love it when nature overwhelms man-made things…this is a road.
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Was the audience watching ghosts or were the ghosts watching the audience?
My point is that I never used to put myself in photos. I was horrified by the idea of selfies when…
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