Walking! Walking makes New Yorkers some of the most beautiful people I have ever seen. I am serious! LA has nothing on the amazing bods that New Yorkers rock. My biggest goal while in New York was to walk. Have a look at the ground I covered while experiencing all that NY would share with me.
The day I was heading Uptown from Steve Griffin’s house in Greenwich Village to the Met, I was fortunate enough to walk upon a mass of Union Workers in front of a glorious old church. It was barely debated in my mind before I crossed the street and jumped into the masses of hard hat-toting men. I began to snap away. I even climbed some scaffolding. One man asked me if I was with the Daily News I laughed and said no. Then some how the fib began that I was a freelance photographer - I went with it and got a little more bold, beginning to then ask the men if I could take their pictures. Between their razzing of various co-workers ugly-factor breaking my camera, I found out this was a mass for the fallen workers of the past. That made this wonderful happen-stance a powerful event in my life. If only I were really Catholic, hadn’t realized I had left my sun glasses at the shoe store I had been in 6 blocks before and wasn’t trying to get to, I would have stayed. Until my next wonderful luck of stumbling onto a powerful congregating group, the pictures I got will have to suffice.
The day I was heading Uptown from Steve Griffin’s house in Greenwich Village to the Met, I was fortunate enough to walk upon a mass of Union Workers in front of a glorious old church. It was barely debated in my mind before I crossed the street and jumped into the masses of hard hat-toting men. I began to snap away. I even climbed some scaffolding. One man asked me if I was with the Daily News I laughed and said no. Then some how the fib began that I was a freelance photographer - I went with it and got a little more bold, beginning to then ask the men if I could take their pictures. Between their razzing of various co-workers ugly-factor breaking my camera, I found out this was a mass for the fallen workers of the past. That made this wonderful happen-stance a powerful event in my life. If only I were really Catholic, hadn’t realized I had left my sun glasses at the shoe store I had been in 6 blocks before and wasn’t trying to get to, I would have stayed. Until my next wonderful luck of stumbling onto a powerful congregating group, the pictures I got will have to suffice.
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