I've been doing a lot of sitting on park benches lately. Hence, I've come dangerously close to falling pidgeon poop on several occasions. I think birds use their poop to mark their territory. For some reason, they want to lay claim to my head.
I look a bit glum here because I was very hungry. My roomie was running late, again, and making me wait for brunch. Sheesh... and the park's resdent pidgeons (off-camera) were feasting on crumbs all around me.
Riding home after an audition. I like how my image is all distorted and yet the advert says "get closer." There's a metaphore in this, and it's trying to hit me over the head, but I'd rather not think about it. Just a cool photo op is all...
Saturday afternoon, just me, and a few of the wonderfully silly men from my acting class.
The past three days have been awful in NYC. The rain has been pounding on and off. And somehow, I've found myself out and about every single one of those days just as the deluge came down the hardest.
I love watching people and I'm not the only one. One can never be bored in NYC because in addition to the multitude of possible activities, there are also plenty of places to sit, observe and evesdrop.
