A blog about New York City, my books, and my cats. Mostly.
If you think you can hear me you’re probably wrong because knowing I was the closest to the camera I sang very quietly. But I can hear me once or twice I think and I was FLAT. Very embarrassing. I will have to think twice before criticizing sopranos around me who go flat.
Should be fun. I am a little concerned about Buddy. It’s been a month since he was at the vet and I’ve been trying various things to address his IBS and he’s been eating well, and has had a touch of diarrhea here and there but not bad or for long, but he hasn’t gained a single ounce. Not one. This is not good.
I photographed these kids sitting in the window across the street from the NBC studios, and right down from the Rockefeller Center tree. Cute kids, aren’t they?
This is an “I love people” shot for me. The Flat Iron building is right behind this girl, so they’re making it look like she’s squeezing the building between her hands. I thought they looked cute.
I’m walking home and I see a small group of Santas on the street. Could it be??? They ask me if Washington Square Park is uptown or downtown and I tell them (downtown) but they don’t believe me.
I know what this is about though. Goodbye Santas!! I hope you find your way to …
SANTACON!!
I took a bunch of movies, but I messed up the setting so not one of my movies came out.
I’ve cried and cried, but now I’m ready to move on and just go with the stills.
See this group? I adopted every one of them. Meet my new children.
Santa gets arrested.
And a little lovin’.
Since I’d taken a bunch of movies I didn’t really try to get a shot of the whole crowd, so I’m disappointed that none of these capture just how many Santas were there. Or all the singing and the dancing and the joy.
There were Santas all over the place, going on and on and out of the frames of these shots. A great big park full of happy Santas.
I called the ASPCA to find out when the chihuahuas arrive and I was told they’re still just talking about doing this. In other words, it’s just at the idea stage at this point.
It’s not like chihuahuas don’t come up for adoption, in any case. I can certainly look elsewhere.
I’ve decided to take the subway up to Tiffany’s and walk down 5th Avenue, taking pictures of the holiday sights, turning off at 34th to Macy’s.
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Just filling up space to get to the bottom of this post …
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Hey, am I misspelling chihuahuas repeatedly? Because all of a sudden the spelling I’m using just looks plain wrong.