the day tasted like sunrises
this is giving my dad a smile for father’s day…
Listening: Sing to the Moon. still.
Doing: my george foreman grill has no more teflon so whenever i use it i procrastinate in cleaning it. it’s like digging and scraping and digging and picking to get to the bottom of clean. and the other 2 dishes in my sink.
Eating: caesar salad. with no meat. i have to lose 15 pounds in 7 days.
Drinking: very cold water.
Wearing: plaid trunks and a wifebeater (i stay very underdressed while blogging)
Feeling: absolutely incredible. have you ever walked, i mean slow-strolled in the rain. i just walked home from the gay pride picnic and the sky opened up 2 minutes into my walk. it felt absolutely amazing. just feeling the drops on my skin, watching the puddles form, feeling the breeze with it. it was FUCKING remarkable. i feel sooo blessed. there needs to be another word other than blessed. but man….this is just, the best feeling.
Weather: oh - it’s sunny as hell now.
Wanting: to get boogie tickets to see this rahsaan concert for his birthday tomorrow.
Needing: to experience my friends again like i did today. i got two or three hugs that had so much substance behind them. i felt loved. i felt beautiful. i felt needed. i felt acknowledged. and i want so much more of that.
Thinking: that 15 pounds actually needs to disappear in 2 weeks. not one.
Enjoying: being damp.
this is breaking and entering part deux
the cell phone version can be found here.
(New York 6/8/13)
this is riding into the sunset.
(i realized this and several other omitted shots from my time in New York were completely out of focus. I can not wait to get my new camera. my poor Mars is going through it.)
Views from the bus stop…
Get into this.
Railway Lofts (pictured)
N. Charles Street @ Penn Station
SB Route(s) 3, 64, 61, Charm City Circulator Purple Route
I went to New York this weekend….
[i feel like i’m constantly in a state of change.] i got to new york and everything was absolutely incredible. the people. the millions of people. the horns blowing. the traffic bustling. the cameras. “concrete jungle wet dreams tomato” resonating in my head. there was so much happening. and the people are beautiful. the people are fucking beautiful as hell. to hear them talk. to watch them walk. to see the chrysler building at a distance. glowing. street artists and real-life boutiques.
high rises; always remember them mountains. buses and subways. marching bands and gay bars rocking classic R&B videos from the late 90s. power walking down christopher street not realizing i was supposed to take my time. 6’ 6” butch queens carding at the door. missed opportunities to see what that pier was really about.
food is important. food is more important than the hunger it satisfies. i wish i would’ve known that before i got on that 1105 train back to baltimore. i wish i would’ve known that while waiting for william to show up. but something still didn’t feel right….
maybe i’ll talk about it later.
new york was mighty brown
and mighty beautiful
and it never got tired.
Here’s a trip….I went to Atlanta and:
And out of all of that….the only thing I took a picture of with Mars was my friend Mo picking out his accessories for the day.
this is defined.
©2008 Marsalis Images Photography
This is more of San Francisco
2013 for Suitemilk (in a nutshell)
This is San Francisco…