So, I kinda skipped a week, boo. I was procrastinating because my horse pictures were less than glorious, so I'll add a little extra to my post this week to make it up to you... :)
As promised, here's a friendly NY police horse on duty in Tribeca:
You know, that picture is really lame, and nothing bums me out more than a lame picture. Try as I might to tidy it up in Photoshop, you really can't do much when you start with something less than stellar.
But, on to the subject of horses. You'll probably think it's hilarious that I'm from Texas and yet am terrified of horses. (The reason this picture is crappy is because I was too timid to get close and snap a good picture - combination shyness and slight terror.) Nevertheless, I have actually ridden 2 horses in my life - both of them were practically blind old nags on the short and plump side, and I was still scared stiff sitting atop of them. Both were on specific "horseback riding" tours - lame attempts to give city people like me the illusion that they have gone horseback riding. I still remember the unfortunate young man who was assigned to the 10 ft tall stallion. I would have peed my pants.
Here's the horse from a bit farther away:
I loved how much attention the horse was getting, although they're fairly common. People were snapping pics, standing, turning and pointing. It was almost like horse paparazzi. :)
I also love catching, by accident, these curious little exchanges going on in my photographs. What, for example, is the guy in the tux saying to the horse police? Why's that other guy pointing? I like to imagine an altercation between the two, where blue shirt guy got a little tough with tuxedo guy, and the horse police was called upon to intervene. :)
The next topic is probably going to make me a little verklempt. I was asked to show my favorite pieces at the Met. Actually, I love the Metropolitan Museum of Art fiercely, and have been there often, by myself. I love to sit and sketch, or just lazily walk from piece to piece, finding the quietest areas to hide and enjoy.
Up there is probably my favorite in the entire museum. She's not immense, but the color, the mood, and the lines strike me as perfect. I've sat before her many times. The last time I saw an old friend I lost last year, we sat in front of her. It had been many years since we'd talked, although we were once close friends. Isn't it odd how there are some people so marked on your soul, almost as if they were made of the same exact dust as you, that wherever you find yourself, at whatever point in life you are at, talking with them is always exactly the same, exactly as close, exactly as wonderful? This is the kind of friendship I had with my friend. And I think it very lovely that the last thing we shared was this painting.
Here's another beautiful woman at the Met, and I think she's not a permanent resident, but was on loan from somewhere else. She was a childhood favorite, and it was amazing seeing her up close. All the Sargents are huge and his brush strokes so bold, in a way you'd never expect when seeing them from far away or as teeny tiny representations in art textbooks.
So, there you have it, assignment #4! Do you guys have anywhere new to send me? I'm going to very slowly work myself up to photographing NY people, but it's so hard when you're super shy! :)