Author: Stacy Horn

A sign in the store that was destroyed by fire, the one I posted about a week or so ago.  The tenants have not been allowed back inside the building, which the City has declared unsafe.  I’m sorry it’s a little out of focus, but don’t you love these people? Such grace.

This is the entrance to the Path train on Christopher Street.  It’s the word tunnels that got me. I see the word “tunnels” and it makes me want to go down there and explore.

That reminds me, ever since seeing the movie Cloverfield (which I highly recommend) I keep a flashlight in my purse.  In case I’m ever in the subway, and we lose power and are in the dark, AND there are monsters down there, I won’t be caught by surprise.

It’s just that it’s gotten mixed reviews from my friends.  Some loved it definitely, but some did not.  I should go though.  I love a feel-good movie and this is in that category.

Here’s that picture of me at my first post-college job that I sent my mother.  It was at the Harvard Smithsonian Center for Astrophysics, which I visited recently.  It was unrecognizable and no one that I had known was still working there.  I wasn’t surprised.  I worked there when? 1978 – 1980?  Something like that.  Whole other world then.  All new people now.

It’s so hard to get a shot of me and the cats!  But here I am with Buddy, on a Sunday afternoon. I was reading, he was napping.  Now I’m go to either:

A. Eat an orange. B. Nap. C. Write a book proposal. D. Go to the Apple store for the iMovie class I signed up for.  E.  Watch TV.

This is why I am not a working photojournalist today. I had a couple of great opportunities to break into the business which I completely and totally blew. My friend Aly (the one who just died) was working—now I forget where, as a stringer for Reuters I think, but he brought me along on a couple of interviews to take photographs and in both cases the pictures did not come out.

I was trying to be creative and I should have just taken the 35mm, but, well, yeah. They were so under-exposed in both cases they were unusable and that was the end of my career.  I took a shot that didn’t pan out.  Can’t win them all. Sigh.

This picture was taken just before Willem Dafoe became famous nationally.  I was blown away by how handsome he was, and how charismatic.  I asked him to turn to the camera so I could get this shot and I just froze.  It wasn’t me! Okay it was me, but he was that good looking. I just wanted to … look at him!

I got another chance with Ruben Blades. Aly was so kind to give me another chance. And I blew it AGAIN.  It’s fine.  If it was something I really wanted I would have kept trying.