A stroll through Central Park
Once I spent my last dime, and counted the ratio of miles to time, I looked up to my disdain and my surprise. I had driven my car around the world, ended back in the town with the girl, so I wrote a book called Life in Prison: Volume 1.
Avett Brothers
Leaves are changing. When it starts, I forget about San Diego and perfect 72 degree weather all year long. About a week into it, I’m over it and cold. In a month, I’ll be cursing myself for leaving the house with just 5 layers.
One of my favorite fountains in the park. This is the one that sits at the base of the stairs at the end of the Mall. I forget the name. And here’s another picture of it from a slightly… different point of view.
Does anybody else think it’s funny that no matter where you’re from or how old you are, big bubbles are always fascinating?
As you can tell, I finally got my D700 back. Most of these (all?) were taken with my newly fixed and recalibrated Nikon 24-70 f/2.8G. I also finally got a tripod so expect some decent skyline photos soon.
yay for gettin your gear back man =) is that second fountain pic a reflection on th water?