Pictures from today's afternoon walk in "the gardens."
18 June, 2013
I apologize, dear blogger friends. My presence here in the blogging world remains only sporadic for the time being. (Mama - I'm sorry for not having called two weekends in a row.) Nevertheless, once in a while, I get a pleasant surprise in my inbox from one of my lovely readers. (That really made my day, Cassie!) I keep forgetting to say how thankful I am for all of you stopping by my site every now and then. You guys are the reason why I nurture my passion for photography! Here is some eye-candy for your Monday night.
11 June, 2013
And then, yet another week and weekend flew by.
Yesterday was just your typical Brooklyn Sunday. I slept in, had brunch at 1 pm and then headed for the Williamsburg Flea market to meet up with sweet Helene and her friends. Of course I promised myself to not spend any money on things I don't need and of course I went home with some dollars less in my wallet but with a bunch of old photos nobody seem to want anymore. Don't misunderstand me. I do not like to hoard old things at all. I'd rather prefer admiring them from a far at the flea market. But when it comes to old photos and cameras... Well that's a story for another day!
How were your weekends? Was your Monday just as rainy as mine?
28 May, 2013
Memorial day weekend was perfect for lazying out. I tried to eat healthy, spent time with Sarah and Evan in Central Park and enjoyed walks and runs. I can't believe how close we are to June, and that I am almost half way into the course!
The photos are a little random, I know. But bits form here, and pieces from there is all I can seem to find time for with my camera nowadays.
How were your weekends?
How were your weekends?
24 May, 2013
A couple of days ago, almost over night, New York bursted into bloom. I have never experienced such a lush and green May before. To most people, the exhaustible summer season has officially begun, while I, myself cannot imagine my fascination to blooming roses (in MAY!) to end. I really have nothing in the world to complain about.
Sometimes I like to think that it can't be entirely a coincidence that I ended up moving into a friend's of a friend's place, and that place is here in Carroll gardens. After all, gardens are that thing in life I cannot get enough of.