Yet another great thing about film is traveling months back in time. I moved on to a new roll this week, revealing an old roll with pictures from travels through D.C.
My final jetBlue getaway flight for the month was relatively close, making a two-day excursion down to Manhattan and Brooklyn. It was a splendid weekend of walking through reclaimed railroad tracks as urban parks, eating pork sandwiches from the back of a Chinatown jewelry shop, touring brand new museums, and even finding authentic chebu-jenn at a small version of Senegal on 116th street among other things.
With many sights, sounds abound, my favorite hours were spent on top of a friend’s apartment building in mid-town. Checking in at 28 stories, it was a great view up the east river of all three bridges. The full moon was out and at times I felt like I was in Michael Wolf’s Transparent City exhibit seen earlier this year at the Look3 festival — truly remarkable and to be remembered.