Chicken of the Sea

I recently say the film Oceans. It was made by the same deux Jaques, Perrin and Cluzaud, who made Winged Migration. The cinematography is extraordinarily fantastic but I don't recommend bringing kids. There were a lot of them there the day I went, too many, and they were all loud, unsettled and bored out of their gourd. The film has no real plot or story but it is a sight to be seen. It also features what has to be one of the worlds most unusual fish. The John Merrick of fish; The Asian Sheepshead Wrasse.

A Bridge To Muybridge

The new York Times recently ran a review of the current Eadweard Muybridge exhibit at the Corcoran Gallery of Art. I love the portrait below of Muybridge awkwardly cuddled up to a large Sequoia. I happened to stumble across the review, by complete coincidence, the day after I made the picture below of what I think is the girthiest tree in New York City. The Elm tree hides in plain site by a little used side entrance to the Parade Grounds in Brooklyn. Does anyone know of a tree in New York City that is wider than this British Elm?



Eadweard Muybridge by Charles Leander Weed (attributed)/J. Paul Getty Museum





Big Ass British Elm, Brooklyn, NY

Shutter Bug Mammals

Now we know we know where a lot of those pictures on Flickr come from.

BBG IN BK NY

A few from my annual pilgrimage to the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens. Turns out it also happened to be Earth Day!

Pre Pro Fun

A few leaps before a shoot. Ya know, to make sure the lights are working.

Rocking It In Rockaway

The little league baseball season officially began today. At least for for me and mine. The weather at the fields in Rockaway Beach was more fall like than Spring. And although it was a less than brilliant initial outing for the Brooklyn Bulldogs, a sort of goodish time was had by all.

Knight Stalker

Our next door neighbors have a sweet new dog named Knight that my kid's are fond of. We let them know that we'd be happy to dog sit for a bit if the opportunity ever arose. This past Friday night we had our nightmare with knight. My daughter pestered and played with him relentlessly. He was a great sport about it and never lost his very mellow demeanor. Until bed time. He kept us up most of the night by repeatedly hopping on and off our bed and getting right up into our faces to sniff at us as we slept. In the morning we discovered a giant turd, half his body size, on the dining room carpet. In the less than 24 hours that we were with him we gave him five walks and he gave us, in addition to the turd, three puddles of pee and two puddles of vomit. I'll miss him.

The Finger of God

This NASA image of the "eye of god," taken by the Hubble Telescope, has been floating around the internet and e-mail inboxes for some time now. It was quickly followed by a similarly nebulas NASA image of "the Hand of God." The last two pictures here have not gotten as much play.



Hand of God




God gives the finger. This one, I think, comes closest to proving god's existence.




God's Colon

Fifty Five and Five

The view looking up fifth Avenue from 55th Street.

Parks and Recreation

The new Brooklyn Bridge Park opened recently. A mile and half long collection of baby blue, tin warehouses that once stood as relics of a long expired waterfront industry here, have been transformed into park. The old warehouses, strictly off limits to all, stood like giant mute sentries. Their main function for the past half century had been to keep the public from the water's edge. They were in, and on, but not of, the community. The piers that have been completed have been refitted with paths, trees, hills and an icing of almost painfully green, new grass that would make any golf course jealous. The trees, as in any new, man made landscape, feel dwarf-like, frail, and tenuous. The park is impressive looking, roomy and well-designed. It feels as if it hovers on and just above the surface of the East River. Kind of like laying belly down on the bow of a fast moving boat. One of the more exciting things about being in the new park is that I, and the rest of New York, get to experience certain views and expansions of the surrounding area that no one has been able to experience in the the last 60 years!


Victor Prevost, Central Park, 1862

Tender Muttons

FOOD

"ROASTBEEF; MUTTON; BREAKFAST; SUGAR; CRANBERRIES; MILK; EGGS; APPLE; TAILS; LUNCH; CUPS; RHUBARB; SINGLE; FISH; CAKE; CUSTARD; POTATOES; ASPARAGUS; BUTTER; END OF SUMMER; SAUSAGES; CELERY; VEAL; VEGETABLE; COOKING; CHICKEN; PASTRY; CREAM; CUCUMBER; DINNER; DINING; EATING; SALAD; SAUCE; SALMON; ORANGE; COCOA; AND CLEAR SOUP AND ORANGES AND OAT-MEAL; SALAD DRESSING AND AN ARTICHOKE; A CENTRE IN A TABLE.

ROASTBEEF.

In the inside there is sleeping, in the outside there is reddening, in the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling. In the evening there is feeling. In feeling anything is resting, in feeling anything is mounting, in feeling there is resignation, in feeling there is recognition, in feeling there is recurrence and entirely mistaken there is pinching. All the standards have steamers and all the curtains have bed linen and all the yellow has discrimination and all the circle has circling. This makes sand.

Very well. Certainly the length is thinner and the rest, the round rest has a longer summer. To shine, why not shine, to shine, to station, to enlarge, to hurry the measure all this means nothing if there is singing, if there is singing then there is the resumption."

From Tender Buttons, Gertrude Stein, 1914.