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Brooklyn Bridge, Brooklyn Bridge Park & Brooklyn Roasting Company (coffee)... what can be better ?! 😊
To feel joy and happiness, you don’t need to seek something new and unfamiliar. Just look within yourself and remember what once brought you happiness.
5.1.18 first sunset in May... spring ephemerals emerge, bloom and disappear just in a matter of weeks. Maybe that’s why spring feels like a fleeting season...
ICM, interntional camera movement, combines with double exposure to create chaos out of a colorful street scene. Buildings tilt and join forces for a multi patterned backdrop. The white line provides a path of excape. A story only imagined is created with a little camera motion and doubling the fun with darkroom magic.
www.roxanneoverton.com – where you will find more photography and information on my instructional and travel series photography books.
When we love something it will never just be a memory because eventually (consciously or subconsciously) we’ll find our way back. 💛
While away I try not to use any form of transportation. And it is amazing what one can find just by walking, places that are absolute gems but are not in google search 💛 Not everything in life goes according to plan, but only things I have no control of. Everything else in life that’s in my hands & power I take full advantage of ... Life is life !!! Love what you have !! And have what you love !! ♥️♥️
The most significant part about traveling (for me) is not just seeing places, taking photos, and taking a break from life; it’s about meeting different people and picking up on their life stories. Today, I met someone with a beginning stage of memory loss. I will not take it upon myself to say it’s Alzheimer’s, and I hope it’s not…
When I take a train in Europe, I usually book a good seat by the window and hope other seats around me will be empty. Sometimes I get lucky! I like my space!!! I had it today for five stops, then a group of seven American travelers walked past me… and I thought, “Please keep walking”… They were loud too! Then a couple sat by me. A wife took over a window seat from which I kept jumping, changing sides, and taking photos. I was not very happy. Then we started talking. My camera battery was dying, and I was almost on my last shot. Her husband took out a charger I needed (from the USA) to charge it. “If you have an extra one, may I borrow your charger, please?” I said. A wife looked all over and she found it for me. I charged it and gave it back. During the journey, she asked her husband for a piece of paper to write things down. Her handwriting was off, but I didn’t pick up the details yet. Her friend came and asked for the same charger that was still next to her. She gave it to her friend. Fifteen minutes later, she looked for something in the bags and suitcase. “What are you looking for?” I asked. She ignored my question. I figured that must have been the charger. Her friend brought it back an hour later. She didn’t remember me or her friend borrowing.
I thanked god they sat by me! They saved this photo, probably one I took after charging the battery. Also, she shook me to my core. I remembered my grandma going through these things seventeen years ago, right before her Alzheimer's took over her life with a full-blown speed. And I just cried. She told me she retired not too long ago and they started traveling more in Europe.
When I read Robert Redford’s interview today, it made me think that life is short and 99% of it is a routine from which we squeeze drops of life, worrying about things that are trivial and ignoring the vitality (the actual) heart of life.
"the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars." - Jack Kerouac
How crazy is the fact that 2000 was exactly 20 years ago ! And sometimes I ask myself if was possible what would I do 20 years later what I wanted but couldn’t do back then ...
Because it's one of my favorite words in the English language.
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I don't share photos with others, including family or friends, not for secretive reasons but simply because I don't feel comfortable doing so. It may seem silly, but I can't help it!
Maybe for the same reason why I like to spend time at the bookstores and with a camera alone. Silly reason, but I can't help it!
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Eventually stressful weeks (and winter’s cold nights) pass even when they feel like eternity 11119 💖
Tailwind
ICM, intentional camera movement, takes advantage of a simple color palette to tell a simple story. Lines surround the walking woman in a slight diagonal cant. Red joins her magenta coat to add a spark of energy and potentially clarify her intended path. Rich light provided detail and there is sharpness about - places to rest my eye.
www.roxanneoverton.com – where you will find more photography and information on my instructional and travel series photography books.
My friend and I had a conversation today over lunch about how her husband, who will turn forty next year, has been going through an existential crisis lately that ends each weekend with overeating pastries. After we parted and I was freezing, I went to eat alone because I was the only one in our party of two who was starving. I was alone at the bar, caught in my teenage comfort foods—matzah ball soup, French fries, coffee, and cheesecake—staring at the windows in front of me. For a split second, I had my own crisis—unsure if it was truly existential or just a typical New York City “romantic” moment many have experienced before me. I didn’t really think of myself; I thought of New York City and its magic. As I finished my second cup of coffee, melancholy and nostalgia took over me, but I can't say that feeling was sadness entirely. No, it was a “romantic” NYC moment, as if that's how one is supposed to feel after an amazing day in the city. I felt as if I was part of “You’ve Got Mail,” with Tom Hanks just around the corner. Then I thought, maybe New York City really is the best place to be if you give it a chance. I will not question if that feeling is just an illusion. Not tonight.
Не суди меня, любимый, виновата я,
Ты за ревность за обиды не суди,
Но любовь моя, как песня недопетая,
Что ты можешь знать любимый о любви.
Я смеялась, сквозь душу плакала,
Ты хоть память мою не кради,
Ревновала, просто время тратила,
Без тебя пустота впереди.
Без тебя моя жизнь только грезится,
Я прошу всё сначала начать,
Вспоминаю любовь и не верится,
Грех с любовью хочу обвенчать.
Chinatown
ICM, intentional camera movement, depicts the always evolving city. Time sees everything differently. Strong vertical lines anchor the scene. Blur adds vibrancy and sense of motion but shapes remain clear in their identity. Rich colors add to the energy and help define the shapes that create subtle patterns. People, moving out of the frame, lend an air immediacy.
www.roxanneoverton.com – where you will find more photography and information on my instructional and travel series photography books.
I love May & Yellow ... they go hand in hand together for me just February & red ... but I like May more than February... I always have 💛💛
Under a Golden Canopy
ICM, intentional camera movement, adds a bit of mystery and saturated color to this passageway. Gold and blue join forces to add energy. Patterns reinforce. Color decorates shapes and defines space. Spatial relationships are strong. It's easy to see they are walking in grandeur.
www.roxanneoverton.com – where you will find more photography and information on my instructional and travel series photography books.
ICM, intentional camera movement, lets downtown building dance to a tune all of their own. Shapes and color and lines all morph a bit adding a touch of whimsy to the stately structures. Colors help define shapes and weave in a bit of depth. A little playtime for me and the sentinels that rise from the city floor.
www.roxanneoverton.com – where you will find more photography and information on my instructional and travel series photography books.
“Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with their heart and soul there’s no such thing as separation.” - Rumi
BY LAWRENCE FERLINGHETTI
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting for someone
to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
for the American Eagle
to really spread its wings
and straighten up and fly right
and I am waiting
for the Age of Anxiety
to drop dead
and I am waiting
for the war to be fought
which will make the world safe
for anarchy
and I am waiting
for the final withering away
of all governments
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder
Poet & original founder of the City Lights Bookstore will celebrate his 100th birthday this month! Mayor of San Francisco proclaimed March 24th to be L. Ferlinghetti Day. The bookstore became the “hot spot” for Beat Generation.
I fell in love with SF my first visit, four months shy of 18th birthday. Don’t think what I love about the city now were exactly the same attractions but nevertheless to this day it is one of my favorite places in America. Maybe I would even go there over this coming weekend (off) but I’m too busy coughing my lungs out.
Every time I’m there my memory goes back to the day in July back in 1995. The F train stop on West 8th street had a walking bridge which led to the boardwalk. My 5 year old cousin and I were walking alongside with grandfather. He couldn’t stop talking, and I was too edgy to see the beach & show off my new blue swimming suit which matched the color of my eyes (they change from light blue, to darker blue to green depending on the light & emotions). At some point I asked my grandfather if he ever misses Ukraine. He said he never does, everything he needs is here.