Toys of Awesomeness
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...sang about New York,
that this city never sleeps,
this applies to Frankfurt as a whole and
Not at all. Frankfurt likes to sleep
and a lot. But if you kiss it awake,
then it's off.
You just have to know how. Frankfurt
you have to touch a thousand times until
it eventually zooms in.
The financial metropolis Frankfurt in the moonlight
thanks for looking...
Wenn Sinatra....
....über New York sang,
dass diese Stadt niemals schlafe,
so gilt das für Frankfurt ganz und
gar nicht. Frankfurt pennt gerne
und viel. Doch wenn man es wach küsst,
dann geht es ab.
Man muss halt wissen wie. Frankfurt
muss man tausendmal berühren, bis
es irgendwann 'Zoom' macht.
Die Finanzmetropole Frankfurt im Mondschein
danke fürs schauen....
A couple of frosty little leaves in my front yard…they looked to me like they were getting ready to fly off to somewhere; perhaps, as Frank sang, to the moon…I also liked that they kind of appeared to be holding hands ;-)
Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand…
I very recently heard the news that John Douglas of Scotland's Trashcan Sinatras had passed and realized I never posted any photos of the band. I saw them a very long time ago the last day after I photographed a major music festival and still had the energy of probably a 21 year old even though I was actually 29. Those were the days I used to shoot three shows a night all across the city biking along in pouring rain as if it was as easy as reciting the alphabet.
Sigh.
I really enjoyed this band's music for a long time. They are quite sincere and genuine throughout their albums. Once, I ran into these hip indie kids who had never heard of Radiohead but Trashcan Sinatras were their favorite band and that boggled my mind just a little!
As Frank Lynch just noted, I actually had mislabeled this though Douglas's death did make me think about the band and seeing them. This is actually a photograph of Francis Reader.
trashcansinatras.bandcamp.com/music
**All photos are copyrighted**
(On my Mac, the skin effect is very cool, but I totally don't know how it is on another computer... maybe he looks like a leprous? I'm sorry Roosevelt if it's the case! lol)
Gabrielle shines.....
The beautiful, friendly, amazingly talented Gabrielle Sinatra
Thanks for allowing me to photo you today Gab...you are truly gorgeous!
I dont know if were in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here, so am i
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you..
Me taking a picture of the shadow of my friend Sookie Torchi ☆
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGdwQf2a0W0
Sigma Dp 1 ☆ Pie de la Cuesta ☆ Mexico
And the story's all over you
In the morning i'll call you
Can't you find a clue when your eyes are all painted Sinatra blue
What might have been lost
Been on a slight Bon Iver binge the past few days, maybe its the moody weather we've been having. Been feeling restless and blue.
Cafe New York / Budapest / Hungary
Album of Hungary: www.flickr.com/photos/tabliniumcarlson/albums/72157711998...
A Salvation Army worker and a passerby dance to a recording of Frank Sinatra singing "New York, New York" outside 45 Rockefeller Plaza, Fifth Avenue, New York City. This happened directly in front of the famous Atlas monument and across the street from St. Patrick's Cathedral. Only in New York!
Sinatra’s Only the Lonely. What an amazing album. One of my all time favs and thought it was time for a spin since I haven’t listened to it in a while. Angel Eyes alone is worth the price of admission.
"Posh"
Dress: Barbie
Coat: Susie by RnD Dolls
Shoes: Barbie
Bag: Bratz (Fabulous Sasha)
Earrings: Barbie
Seen in Sinatra Park in Hoboken, New Jersey, off the Hudson River, this statue is a tribute to Hoboken's favorite native son, Frank Sinatra. The sculptor is Carolyn D. Palmer. This picture was taken on June 9, 2023, when smoke from Canadian wildfires settled over much of the Northeastern United States, giving the photograph its distinct look.