Alwyn Court, W58th & 7th, New York, New York.
Above image apropos of nothing much in particular, except that I walked by this confectionary extravaganza yesterday on a stroll after work with a colleague and friend (known on the internet as Mr. Lady: that we’re now working together is indeed fitting, since her “handle” is such a nifty complement to Lesbian Dad).
And yep, I’m not a’tall shy about stopping and craning my neck and photographing gothic outbursts like this (got its own NYT article plus a Wikipedia entry). Just one of the manifold benefits of being so far into one’s forties that one is lapping up at the edge of fifty (yep: this is what almost-fifty looks like). As a younger pup in this photogenic town, I kept the camera lens trained in front of me, oftentimes from the midst of a big-ass crowd, at a sea of queer folk marching in the street with or without permit (as yet still consigned to slides, else they’d make regular appearances here). Now I point my lens 360 degrees, tourist-style, and I just don’t even care who takes notice.
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A day late, in honor of Dr. King, some past posts here in recognition:
What a gorgeous building. I used to be hesitant about taking photos in my home city too, but I love photo taking so much that I just ignore any strange looks I may get and behave like a tourist.
Ah, yes, but in New York City, if you actually look like a *photographer*, then that cancels out the tourist stigma. New Yorkers have too much respect for artsy types – they’re more likely to stop a respectful distance away and look up with you, maybe finding the beauty of their own city.
At least, all that is what I used to tell myself when I lived there and wandered around, camera in hand. 🙂
I really love this picture.
I bet that was a great walk.