22 Aug NYC in photographs
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by Emily Lorin
I have typed and deleted at least seven times tonight. Sometimes the words just don’t come. Other times they come and are plain crap.
I’ve tried to capture the memories, the emotions, and laughs, and the general epic-ness of my four days spent in New York City, but I just cannot seem to do it tonight.
So instead I treat you to a photo-reel, behind the scenes edition.
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| Not pictured here: the tween girls who were allowed a night out on the town alone and had not received adequate etiquette about not lying on the armrest. I’m an American. I have a bubble. |
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| Not captured: The exasperated expression upon my face when I realized how utterly disappointed I was when I toured the inside of this library. Where were all of the books!? |
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| Off scene: Here I stood on a corner and contemplated how many millions of people had stood on this same corner and taken this same picture. Then I bought raspberries from a very kind man (who had a produce booth, not just off of the street, obviously). |
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| Not camera worthy: The utter disappointment when I realized NYC is a total sell out. The naked cowboy now has naked sisters who have painted flags on their breasts so you can pay them for photos. I’m not lying. |
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Thought bubble: I think she was trying to decide if she would go in or not. I imagined that she had witnessed an awful crime and wanted to report it but was terrified of the repercussions, hence her hesitation.
Again…I’m not lying. (Hashtag: Real thoughts of Emily.) |
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| Photographer’s Running Commentary: “It’s time to make a new memory. Last time I stood on this corner it was unpleasant and deficient of fun…Boom! Look at all the cabs! Nailed it.” |
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| Photographer’s Dream: “Can I stay here forever, please?” |
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| What you don’t know: CARLO’S BAKERY WAS RIGHT THERE. (Shocker.) |
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| What you don’t see: The scent of freshly baked bread pulsing through the air, the energetic motion of people on a produce mission, and the contentment of two friends…on the search for yummy food. |
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| They’re all tomatoes. Yes. For real. |
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| Extra Sprinkles: She raised bees, made honey, and was tenderly kind. I liked her. |
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| That girl’s thoughts: “I am the luckiest girl. Ever.” |
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| Their thoughts: “The sun is freaking bright.” |
Tie this post up in one poetic, witty, catchy–albeit less than exciting–break…
“There is only one way here…and it is to move forward.”
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