Since I’ve been sick and stuck indoors for what seems like forever, I’ve been spending some time doing some housekeeping over at my Flickr account. It’s slow going, but eventually, I’ll get everything there organized properly. Really, I will. You can take my word for it because, well, it’s my Flickr account and not my pantry. If it were the latter, you might have to wait longer. Or at least until I run out of food to photograph.
See? It always comes back to photography.
No, this wasn’t taken in a museum. It’s the side of an incredibly interesting apartment building in New York City. Correction: it’s a small portion of the side of an incredibly interesting apartment building in New York City. The building was on a corner, but every inch of both exposed sides looked like this. It wasn’t a small building either. It looked at least ten stories high.
Can you imagine the kind of work that went into this?
I’m on a mission now to find out the name of the building. I’ve passed it a few times, photographed it every time I had a camera in hand, but I still don’t know what this building is. It’s somewhere close to the Metropolitan Museum. Anyone?
… is that it lets you know in no uncertain terms that you’ve got to dust your house plants.
I write, cook, play music, and make pictures. Not necessarily in that order. I was born and raised in the Philippines, and it shows. That means I eat rice with every meal, love my cousins like my own siblings, and firmly believe that avocados are best eaten with cream and sugar.
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