The In-Between Angel and Fleeting Iridescence

angel of the waters, Bethesda Fountain
An angel between the sun and the lens
Angels should not be backlighted, spotlighted, highlighted, or otherwise intentionally lighted; presumably, they are self-reliant in that respect. And if heavenly wing-bearers were to play with soap bubbles, the colorful capsules would not burst on contact with clouds.
But this is not heaven, real or imaginary, and these are not dimensionless bodies. Besides, there is not even a speck of a cloud here today. It is the heart of Manhattan, Central Park, where both the angels and the soap bubbles are crafted by human hands. Both are visible to human eyes and tangible to human minds without otherworldly intervention. 

Mammatus, Anyone?

mammatus cloud Long Island, NY
Mammatus clouds in sunset light, Long Island NY
Mammatus! I don't like name dropping but I'll make an exception since this particular name meant absolutely nothing to me until two days ago! Ironic how a "scientifically challenged" person keeps running into photographic situations that require understanding physical phenomena. Moody weather - definitely a non scientific term - provides ample opportunity for capturing some stunning images.

Silhouetted Passengers on Suspended Passages

LIRR Jamaica
Overpass at LIRR Jamaica station
New York's best-known commuter hubs, Grand Central and Penn Station, may be the spots to stand and be overwhelmed by the number of people hurrying in every possible direction, the human flow patterns, the looks of urgency and concern about time, and the diversity of commuters and travelers themselves. However, heretical as it seems, they are the least likely places to actually feel a link with any single person or even think of these streams of live movement as anything but a potential hazard, were you unwise enough to impede their flow in any way.

Follow the Birds to Get to the Other Side

Low flight over water
To have lived, learned, loved, laughed, cried, worked, achieved, failed, won and lost on two continents is both a blessing and a curse. And by no means a small feat, trust me on this one! I don't, consciously at least, make comparisons about how doing "this or that" in Europe is different than in the States. Or how even the dingiest beach in Greece is superior to anything on the Atlantic shoreline. Or how Times Square in New York City can take on any and all squares of the old continent and win hands-down as the most fascinating parcel of limited square footage.

The Swiss Precision of a Rusty Nail

solar clock
Never needs winding or battery change!
There is some solace in failing performing below par in subjects like chemistry and physics in high school. Though your understanding of the natural world is certainly impaired, there's compensation in other, more abstract, realms of being. Like wonder and amazement at phenomena easily comprehended and explained away by one of your more scientifically inclined peers. You don't have a clue about the process - and tortures, I imagine - that light has to go through for a rainbow to appear in the sky, or a corroded slab of metal to mark the time of day with dogged precision.

Redefining the Basic Colors, Without Magenta

tree silhouette against sky
I see no trace of magenta here, do you?
"...but magenta isn't even a real color..." wrote the commentator.
A recent humorous post - shared on Facebook - about modern printers and their uncanny timing for running out of ink, prompted an array of comments --gripes to be exact.  Obviously, no argument on the subject is ever complete without a mention of Magenta, and rightly so.
The certainty that you cannot print a plain black and white document if this magenta rascal is running low, is all the proof I need that there is no science here, just a twisted conspiracy!

Caught Unprepared and Unframed on Debut

Proper as it seems to write an introductory post that sets the tone for this blog, I cannot. Sure, I can come up with a couple of paragraphs about what I intend to do here but that would contradict my impulsive nature.
Not that I don't like contradiction - on the contrary!
No, there won't be a particular tone or theme to the words or pixels to be exposed on this page. Just me, my camera, my scratch notes, and my keyboard, complemented by my joy, sadness, frustration, happiness, anger, awe, disappointment, discovery, excitement, boredom, small accomplishments, bitter failures, smiles, and tears -in no particular order or frequency.