|View from my room - 081311|
New York changes me every time I go there. This time was no different. During the days I had to do my daily job in a northern New Jersey town. In the evenings I went into the city four times. Most of the side trips to the city were influenced by my life-changing trip last summer in two ways. First, I went to a few places I wanted to get to, but didn't get the chance. Second, I went to see or revisit a few things that brought back happiness, mixed emotions, and taught me a few important life lessons.
Last summer there were three places I wanted to go to, but missed for a variety of reasons. The first was Times Square. The second was to visit Strand Books in Manhattan. The third was Brooklyn.
|Strand Books - 081311|
Strand Books is the largest physical bookstore I've been in. I love books, but I am no bibliophile. This place would be a sacred pilgrimage if I was one. There is one large floor dedicated just to art books. The photography section is overwhelming. The erotic art section is larger than the local Barnes and Nobles' complete art section. In that section I bought the Taschen photo book La Petite Mort by Will Santillo. I couldn't resist after I read the line, "If orgasm is the little death, is masturbation the little suicide?"
|Valya - 081311|
|Dinner Outside - 081311|
As mentioned I also visited a few places I had been to before. First up was B&H Photo on 9th Street. It is my photography store Mecca. I've bought four or five cameras there including my newest acquisition, an am/pro HD camcorder. I want to experiment with moving images and need one before my big trips this fall. I highly recommend B&H. They are very helpful, friendly and non-pushy. They know their stuff too.
After leaving B&amp;H I had to go to the Empire State Building. I plan a personal post about this icon of New York. For now though I had to touch it. I had to make sure that both it and I are still grounded. This beautiful building towers over all its neighbors. It towers over me and is so significant compared to me. I will always remember and revere it, but I am sure it is not aware of me or my connection to it. More on this behemoth of a charged building later.
|Times Square - 081311|
How did New York change me? I am still sorting that out. One thing I learned though is that I've changed greatly since the last time I was there. In so many areas I've flown high and I have also crashed and burned. This has been a hell of a year.
In New York, everyone is a small individual in a great big whole. Every person is their own story, but almost no one notices each other. They just pass by and let the story move on. There are an insanely overwhelming number of stories just on one block. Sometimes they bump into each other for better and for worse, but sadly end up moving away, losing the connection that the city allowed them. As melancholic as that sounds, I love New York City for its beauty and pain more each time. Love is a complex beast. It both builds you and tears you down. Everyone has the choice to fall in love so I guess the beauty and beast of it all are self-induced pleasures and pains.