In New York. For some reason coming to New York does not inspire me. The city overwhelms with all of its tall buildings and short people. Are there really this many short people in the world or just a concentration of them here? Disappointed that none of the new podcasts or music I’ve downloaded lately made it onto the iPod for the flight. Just as well since I slept for a good portion of it anyway. Narrowly avoided conversation with “Overly Friendly Dude” across the aisle.
Wanted to run, but mistimed lunch. Walked 20 blocks between hotel (not as shabby as I remembered it, but not particularly flash) and B&H Photo to buy a tripod and then back again. Inexpensive but not cheap tripod acquired. Purpose of tripod is to take HDR photos. Not that many tripods come in sizes tall enough to reach my eye level. The short people continue their dominance!
Tonight will be the only night both in schedule and weather to take the photos. Had considered going to the Metropolitan Opera to see Tristan and Isolde, but it’s 5 hours long and I spent that long sitting down on the plane already. Instead, I thought I’d photo Times Square–classic/iconic/done already/whatever. There’s a model to work from and I can know if I’m doing it right. Still, it’s 40 degrees and I’ve no mittens. I don’t think I can blame that on short people. I might try anyway.
“It starts up in our bedrooms after the war…” (Stars)