The first precept was never to accept a thing as true until I knew it as such without a single doubt.
Up and Away
Up and Away
Photographed by Nichole Hastings
With the iPhone 4S
Bubbles from a bubble machine busker float up and away into the New York City’s morning sky.
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Following the Leader
Following the Leader
Photographed by Nichole Hastings
With the iPhone 4S
Three dogs and their human in the lower east side.
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Color Study VII
Neon on West 36th and Fashion
Photographed by Nichole Hastings
With the iPhone 4S
I stopped at a red light while foot-traffic crossed in front of me in the Fashion District. This is a color study of socio-economic differences in choices of color in regards to fashion in NYC back in early April. Our Strava Shoot crew had rented a duplex condo in Harlem because the price was right and we were close to the GW Bridge. Fashion in Harlem often had a bit of neon thrown in here and there. A jacket, sneakers, detailing of some sort and accessories. I thought nothing of it until this lone neon green figure, in a sea of subdued blacks, grays and other dark colors entered my frame.
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Monday Reflection
Sometimes you wake up
And have a really challenging day
Nothing goes right
And it’s the first day of the week
One thing after another happens
You feel rolled along
Like a tumbling tumbleweed
Blown along by the unkind winds of Fate
The computer won’t do what you want it to do
An automated phone answering system keeps
You on hold for fifteen twenty minutes
Of your life
Then drops the call
You show up late for a meeting
the other party has forgotten
Your patience
Tested
Joy
A stranger
What sense of humor?
Long irritated sighs escape once smiling lips
Murphy’s Law appears a rule and an absolute
What the fuck?
Is this really how the beginning is going to begin??
At the end of the day
You’re spent and wasted
Wondering how
The hell
You got through it all
Then
The Universe moves in a mysterious way
Somehow you end up in a red Audi TT
The scent of it’s all leather interior
Is a sweet and intoxicating perfume
You gaze lovingly at the bright
And shiny dash instruments
Then buckle yourself in
With one hand on the wheel
The other on the stick shift
You Go
And you remember
You remember whose hands are on
The steering wheel of Life
Shift up and step on the gas
Feeling that engine purr as you
Open it up
On a long and winding back road in Vermont
9 pm
On a Monday night
Composed by Nichole Hastings
