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When it comes to photography, I'm the equivalent of a hunt-and-peck typist. I don't really know what I'm doing, but every once in a great while, i get lucky.
The photo on the right isn't a great one, but it captures fairly effectively one of the things I love about autumn in New York (even though we're not quite there yet): the amazing light on the city's striking buildings (click the image for a larger version).
I'm especially pleased with this one because it was taken with my iPhone, which has a decent but hardly great camera.
Yesterday afternoon, I passed Haley Joel Osment and a female companion as they made their way north on Fifth Avenue near 11th Street. I wonder, is he a student at an area university -- NYU, perhaps, or The New School?
(Update: A little web research reveals that, yes, HJW is studying at NYU.)
Then last night, as Flo and I sat at one of our favorite outdoor cafes on Seventh Avenue near 17th Street, we spotted -- well, Flo spotted -- Kristen Johnston and Sarah Jessica Parker strolling in a southerly direction, deep in a conversation.
As a longtime fan who has found his interest dwindling with every passing year and each ensuing release, Bruce Springsteen's new album came as something of a joyful jolt.
It's tuneful and catchy and at times even -- dare I say it? -- poppy. All in all, it's his best effort -- to my ears, anyway -- in a decade, if not longer.
I'm still a bit surprised, but pleasantly so.
This new record probably won't convert any longtime naysayers, but if, like me, you're a waffling fan who'd just about thrown in the towel on the Boss, you should give it a listen.