Hi. I'm Ken. I collect Pinocchio's.
I had so much fun on my last trip to New York City that I've made plans to go again next weekend. I've often told people how stupid I thought New York was, how awful I thought it would be to live there, how I would much rather live in a warm place like Scottsdale Arizona. SML remarked on this as I was purchasing bus tickets this morning and I couldn't quite admit to myself how much I wanted to go back. What is happening to me.
I took this photo from the Boston University Bridge. I had been meaning to walk to this bridge so I could take pictures but I always put it off because it seemed out of the way, or too cold, or because I might lose my breath from the long walk. Finally, after seven months of living here, I made it. I think this might be a personal record as far as procrastination goes.
SML and I walked along the other side of the river yesterday afternoon, allowing me to take several shots of the city. I bent down low to get this shot of the ice, a little too low because my entire ass came flopping out of my jeans. I know I'm not immune to showing a little plumber's crack, but SML said that at least half of the moon was showing, meaning that the runners passing by got a little more than just the view of the city.
Charlotte sits like this by her leash all day long (that small orange piece at the bottom of the picture) hoping someone will pick it up so she can chase it. It's a tiring experience because she expects you to drag the leash throughout the entire apartment, back and forth. She runs faster than I can, causing me to trip over her, gasping for breath and pleading a timeout.
This is my first attempt at creating an HDR image. So enjoy it or else.
The Good Stuff Diner is located somewhere in New York City, and it's the restaurant that SML and I went to for our Valentine's Day Dinner. I think I was drawn to it by the bright lights and the promise of being able to sit down.
SML and I woke up early on Valentine's Day and drove down to New York for the day. The very idea that I can drive to New York City for a day trip is why I'm starting to love living here. The drive down wasn't bad, but coming home was killer. We had spent the entire day wearing ourselves out by walking around, so to keep ourselves awake on the drive home SML started repeating funny phrases and I kept a full cup of coffee.
In the city SML kept suggesting I was going to end up on "Overheard in New York" because I kept saying things like, "Why are there so many people here?" I still think that's a valid question however, because I hate crowds. SML wants to live in New York, an idea I'm not keen on and even said, "You can be as hipster as you want living in New York, 'your kind' is accepted here." He said that after we saw a man walking down the street with an actual cat sitting on his head. I really don't think I'd do something like that though, I mean, that cat had to be heavy.
Last weekend when I heard it was going to be above forty degrees I planned a trip into Rhode Island. This picture was taken in Newport, near some kind of summer resort for the wealthy. Before we left, SML's sister had mentioned something about the "Mansions", but I must not have taken her seriously because as we were driving through I kept saying, "What is that! Where are we! WHY ARE THESE HOUSES SO BIG."
