times square

a mystery solved

NYC is a big city, ten million people in one place, a street photographer’s paradise.  You could probably walk a new street every day for a lifetime.  That is why it is an especially sweet moment of serendipity when someone walks into your frame on more than one occasion over the years.   Certain NY “characters” are easy to find,  they have their haunts, their stages, but this is different.

The first time I happened upon “the sad clown rabbit man” I saw him coming from way down the street.  I positioned myself and waited for him to pass by the kool-aid smile.  

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At the time I thought it was a once in a lifetime encounter with a man headed to a costume party, so when almost two years later I ran into “sad rabbit”  as I had dubbed him,  I was thrilled.

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But again,  I chalked it up to a chance encounter.  The mystery of who he was still remained.  Flash forward a year and once again the city delivers,  this time in a big way.  A few weeks ago I got a comment on the above image.  

Clown ToTo had found himself online.  

So now I had a name and a link to a facebook page,  a huge piece of the story.  Clown ToTo is a professional clown with a long list of credits, the rabbit being just one of his wonderful characters.  It wasn’t hardly a week later when I happened upon him in Times Square and shot the following series.  The light, perfect!  I even got the nerve to go up and exchange cards.  Clown ToTo these are for you!

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Want to learn more about Clown ToTo?  check out his facebook page at: https://www.facebook.com/itsclowntoto

Here’s to the week ahead who knows where it will take us…

 

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a trip down the lane … just to the left of center

Another in the trip down the lane series.  This edition is dedicated to those who march to their own beat, whether it be for a job or just personal style.  And of course,  here we go with the “you never know what you are going to see in nyc” mantra once again.. I did warn you about that one though.

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Style is very subjective.  It can be about function or in other cases about living in a world closer to the innocence of childhood.

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And then there are those times when you really don’t want to know the answer to why because it might spoil the stories you create in your own imagination.  I had so many stories running through my mind about why anyone would find themselves in the middle of Union Square in a cow costume.  The reality was much more mundane than all the adventures of Super Cow the Avenger I had begun to piece together.  He is hoping his company CaterCow takes off and is willing to do about anything to get people’s attention. Union Square, the perfect place to suit up and moo!

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Naked Cowboy you say?  Lately Times Square is over run with costume characters and others begging for money and their micro second of fame.  Although when you think about it,  Mr. Indian Chief here is probably in a whole lot of phones and family albums all over the world.

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Today I leave you with the Jester.  Riding to parts unknown on the 6 train.  I think I will stick with my own stories on this one,  I don’t want to know the actuality.  

i love ny… another day or two

Still loving NY even though I sure do wish this cold weather would find another home and give us at least a day or two of true spring before the summer soup season begins.  

Another group of “i love ny” captures, no matter where you go in the city the sentiment is never far from the surface. Even though our words may at times seem to say different, we really do love ny.  

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For more “i love ny” don’t forget to check out my flickr set https://www.flickr.com/photos/bytegirl/sets/72157626596284257/

And of course,  hope you stay tuned for what’s to come!

Chor Boogie at The Cubes

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Why does a place get into your blood?  For many it is a connection to the land where they were born.  For others it is a connection to the people.  For me it is generally neither..  When my eyes first saw Santa Fe I didn’t know a soul,  but I knew in that initial glance that it was home.  It took me almost 20 years after that first beguiling encounter to make it my home…. but I knew.. I always knew.

With New York City it is different.. it isn’t the land (one island is generally as good as the next) it isn’t the people,  although the scope and diversity of the population  play into the equation.  It is NY’s uncanny ability to deal with my ADHD…”look squirrel” comes at ease in a city where the squirrels number in the millions and they aren’t limited to just the fuzzy tailed rats.

Every day in NY there is possibility.. the possibility of seeing something you have never seen before.. the possibility of light, color and magic…

So what does this have to do with Chor Boogie at The Cubes?  Magic…  You don’t have to be searching for NY to find you… You can just be walking down the street and be at the right place and the right moment,  have a nice security guard notice you pressing your face against a window, and instructing your entourage (generally the dragged along family) to stand in specific places to block shadow and glare,  and invite you into a private world of creation.  I had this luck.. But is it luck?  Maybe it is just NY recognizing my need to constantly chase the next squirrel…either way NY has a knack of always knowing..

 

for more in this series of captures… check out my facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/photographybybytegirl

for more on Chor Boogie at the cubes…. check out his facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/CHORBOOGIE01 or his page at http://www.chorboogie.com

Putting out fires

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These days it seems like all I am doing is putting out small fires.  Extended stay in NYC, missing Santa Fe but still a few fires that need putting out.  As nice as it is to be out among the people,  I miss the quiet of the mountains.  

Taken on Thursday in the Times Square subway station.  Never saw a fire but they were definitely prepared.