When wonderful San Franciscans visit

Oh those California boys...on the way to Angie's book launch.
Myself, Angie and what was once Brewster.
Dorking it up 101...
...and a kiss to seal the evening

An ode to Autumn and all that is brilliantly hued...

According to Gilbert & George, when I asked why they choose imagery of the Gingko Tree, "why, it is the most magical tree in the world".

Images were not digitally altered. Trees like this do exist on the east coast.

Carving form with light

copyright Lindsay Comstock Photography 2008

On Fighting Tunnel Vision

Sitting in the Rabbit Hole in Brooklyn, I cannot help but wonder, in a city where every individual is autonomous, how is it that we function so well in crowded public spaces? I have found myself trying to make my way through a personal rabbit hole- through passageways and tunnels-which is how I spend my time traversing this intricate design of a city.

 

Sounds of subways whizzing by or vibrating below, classic jazz melodies, various dialects and languages, church bells, car horns, laughter and babies crying hit my eardrums.

 

The motif of this coffee shop reflects the surrounding borough: dark, heavy wood, brick walls and dilapidated, peeling paint. But there is something sensual about this quiet unassuming environment where brick meets vibrant street art meets beautiful old edifices meets gothic architecture. For the city, though craving the virtue of space, still tends to embrace old world romance as people are packed into boxes of all shapes and sizes like sardines.

 

Sometimes I find that I have to come up for air. Because tunnels, passageways and a constant flux of city noise can suck the life out of even the most vibrant. Humans can at times be energy vampires and being in the presence of so many throughout the day can be consuming if one doesn’t take the time to collect ones own energy and turn within.

 

The dim light of candles flickering, streetlamps and the moon light the way through dark alleyways. Leaves of canary yellow, fire truck red and sunset orange line the hills, acting as guides through the paths of an ornate cemetery. These resting spots for many have become my place of solace in the [sometimes] much too alive city.

 

Spiraling up around and down, weaving through turns and finally on a straight path- the train has come to a bridge- a bridge that I have come to know quite well. We glide over it with speed and ease seeing the luminous view of Manhattan (if only for a brief moment) and then slowly descend into the tunnels of the city where darkness once again envelops.

 

What is real in this concrete jungle? And where do I find balance on the finicky scale of beauty and the deplorable? My eyes remain wide open. Pupils dilating so that I may see down deeper into this hole. This Hell. Helminthes. Helical. Helianthus. Hole.        

The end of 8 years of tyranny

It is official. We will all wake up tomorrow morning knowing that our country is in better hands. With confidence that we can once again be proud to be American and not embarrassed by the stupidity of our last two elections. The world will again look at us with respect and be willing to work with us, not against us. This is my ode to Obama, since unfortunately the voting system of California has failed me and I never received my absentee ballot. I know that I wont have to worry about my state on the left coast, but I hope that those who say they are going to vote, actually make it to the polls. We cant fuck this one up. The future of our country (and the world) depend on it.

Check out this beautifully written editorial on Huffington Post: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/eugene-jarecki/an-ode-to-tomorrow_b_140844.html

Pumpkins, pumpkins and squirrels?

Yes, we caught you. Red-pawed. I know you guys are so cute and are trying to be all cool and blend in with your surroundings, but you cant hide that huge bite taken out of the pumpkin. Yeah, that means you popping your head out from behind!

Its Autumn in Prospect Park

And this blog commences...

So I made it to Brooklyn and all is well. I cannot quite fathom how everything came together and I tied up loose ends and was able to move clear across the country. But, I somehow landed, slightly disoriented and full of vigor. Here goes some overdue pictures from the first couple of weeks here. Above are views from my apt and the subway station down the street. Hope you enjoy this photo project. The goal is to post daily and the theme is yet to be determined.

Plain, Plane Sketch

So this is how it begins...

Fall is in the air. I can feel it by the way the breeze whispers on my neck and the leaves have begun to hitch rides on my sweater during bicycling adventures through town. Two weeks and I am leaving this city. 

This city is caging my soul. I feel suffocated- boredom invokes every negative emotion I have tried to squelch. It is time to set off in this world and explore. Find out what it means to be alive. To be free. 

So cheers to Brooklyn and adieu to Sacramento. I will miss those that I love, but always hold them close.