Here’s one beautiful thing today!
Love rules. Love over rules.
Got this material from my previous Brooklyn Museum visit. Have a lovely day today everyone!
While trying to get ready with my next out-of-the-country adventure, I decided to transfer my recent travel photos to my external drive memory bank. I noticed that there was one place in Washington that I failed to feature in my blog which I deliberately went to so as to experience, smell the area as well as get some awesome photos.
How can I forget the LOVE mural at the Instagram famous Blagden Alley?Or is it my subconscious telling me to temporarily miss it and only be aware again in time for the celebration of Pride Month this June? This unique and eye catching piece of art is by Lisa Marie Thalhammer. It is an LGBT-rainbow colored piece which communicates the simplest yet universal message of inclusivity and acceptance. Whatever it may be, let me then chronicle this little piece of experience that I had when I happen to see this meaningful and awesome street art found at Blagden Alley in Washington DC. At least through this street art, I can really say that I did indeed found LOVE in DC. I hope next time its the one true thing! Hahaha!And by the way, let me have this opportunity to greet everyone a “Happy Pride”!
Pumapag-ibig sa bwan ng Prayd!
I purposely went to the Flat Iron when I revisited NYC. Luckily, the hotel I stayed at after my Washington DC adventure was within the Union Square area which was a short walk to the Flat Iron. While walking my way there, I promised and have set my loony mind that I will write an inspiring blog post about how I felt and how I experienced seeing the iconic building.
But upon reaching the area and seeing again the celebrated building after 4 years, I could not think of something awesome to say about how I was feeling. Maybe it was because I was too overwhelmed that I start imagining things. One thing that I stupidly expected while gazing into the beauty of the superstar structure was the sudden appearance of Spider-Man at the side of the building sprouting out his web and would sway out to a nearby building.
Since I could not seem to shift my brain to such a silly thinking, I instead took photos of the Flat Iron and just simply promised myself that I will post my photos in black and white. Now, I am doing that, I am expecting to somehow unleash the deep character of the building.
Besides, most people now take photos in color to show the beauty and aesthetics of their subject, but few would photograph their subject in black and white so as to show and feature how the soul and spirit of their subject would look like. I hope I achieved that though these photos.
Akalain mo, may kaluluwa pala ang plantsa!
I have written in my past blog post that it took me twice an attempt to locate the entry point and be awestruck by the awesomeness of Brooklyn Bridge. Yeah, I was too obtuse and confused on my first attempt that I ended up in a different place and direction.
But I have been a firm believer of the powerful thought which says “Blessed are the curious for they shall have adventures”. This made me discover a New York spot that was not in my travel goal line but was really super worth of being off course.
I found and stumbled into Dumbo’s Washington Street!
It was the very spot where bearers of long-angled lenses, selfie snappers and hordes of photo takers would gravitate so as to take photos of the iconic look of Manhattan Bridge in between terracotta walled buildings. And having been there was really a surprise making me in some way felt glad that I was having difficulty locating the Brooklyn Bridge’s promenade entrance. If not for my being lost, I would definitely not see, smell and experience the vibe of this New York hotspot.
It then dawned in me that sometimes getting lost leads to unexpected rewards and that “it really feels good to be lost in the right direction”.
Swerte, swerte lang din paminsan-minsan...
Every subway station in New York City seem to depict and tell their distinct story. Each station appears to have their own unique and notable personality. One striking subway station that I stumbled upon which I was truly impressed with was the Second Avenue subway station at 72nd Street.
And out of curiosity, I tried reading articles about the remarkable design and artwork of the station. I then found out that the numerous glass mosaic images on the walls of the station were done my artist and photographer Vic Muniz and he appropriately named these works of art as Perfect Strangers.
Perfect Strangers being a public art display can easily be perceived as a celebration of diversity of the people who live and work in any NYC neighborhood. It is also a powerful message to all commuters about the normalcy of life in New York. These mosaics can simply be distinguished as the microcosm of the city which reminds everyone of us that life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.
And it looks like this station has been earning some popularity and a amiaable reputation from people who loves taking photos. It is because I noticed that it was not only me who was there taking photos of those Perfect Strangers on the walls! I’m pretty sure the live breathing strangers would post their photos in their respective Instagram account. My photos however don’t seem to do justice!
Enough with the rumination! Let me just announce that I am so loving this station! The price of the subway fare would be so worth it even if your purpose is to see and check-out the Perfect Strangers!
I wonder if all people who crossed the iconic Brooklyn Bridge timed on how long it took them to do it. Did they took them only a couple of minutes because they were riding a bicycle or was too anxious and scared about the old bridge’s integrity and wooden floor planks above the roaring traffic below that they walked and crossed it too fast? Or did it took them an hour or more because they want to relish and savor the moment and took so much photos of the star structure that connects Brooklyn and Manhattan?
My crossing the bridge actually took me two days! It is so weird because I was never lost and went adrift when I was in more complicated routes around the world like the El-fna medina in Marrakesh, the Old City of Jerusalem and even going around the Uchisar settlements in Cappadocia. But identifying where the entrance and starting point of the Brooklyn Bridge promenade strangely became a frustrating challenge and struggle.
It is so exasperating because I basically went around the whole Brooklyn downtown area the whole morning from Brooklyn Heights Promenade in the south to walking the whole stretch of Furman Street in the east to reaching Dumbo area in the north and walking again the whole stretch of Jay Street in the west. Yet, still the starting point of the promenade seem to conceal itself or veiled its appearance for me not to uncover. It felt like I walked all throughout the whole Brooklyn yet the promenade entrance was no where to be found. I actually started wondering if the entrance has already transferred to faraway Queens! And by late lunch time, feeling so hungry, so tired and frustrated, I saw York Street Subway station and decided to go down it and head back to my hotel located at the Upper West Side of Manhattan. It was in other words a failed attempt.
But on the second day of my bid, I carried with me an enough amount of fortitude and determination and left behind in my hotel tons of stupidity which I seem to have brought so much during my first and initial attempt. And to quote the great Margaret Thatcher, “You may have to fight a battle more than once to win it”, I spotted with so much ease the entry point of the Brooklyn Bridge promenade on my second venture!
And since it took me more than the usual to step into and walk across the iconic Brooklyn Bridge, I spent the whole morning there doing nothing but taking photos of the bridge, the people and the nearby sites while savoring the little success and victory that I just had! And because of such an experience, Brooklyn Bridge for me is more beautiful as compared to how others would see and perceive it.
Prior to leaving for NYC I know already that my maintaining under ketosis and keeping a keto diet is doomed. That is why I gave my delicious in-ketosis body a break. I ate what is supposed to be eaten in NYC!
Since being given by fate the opportunity to revisit NYC which for me is such a stupendous blessing, not eating the classic NYC staple could therefore be deemed like a mortal sin.
Because of this, I obliged and dragged myself on eating the classic New York bagel. They say that NYC bagel is strangely incomparable because of the water chemistry of this urban zone. And what seem to be remarkable with my bagel-eating exploit is that I did not go to the usual, popular, well-published, most-recommended and tourist-infested café or store that offers the best bagel in NYC. Besides, every New Yorker seem to have their respective strong opinion on who serves the best NYC bagel.
I then instead chose a guileless, un-fussy and archetypal type of a deli and mini-grocery store. At one quiet neighborhood in Brooklyn, there sits and operates Longevity Natural Gourmet Market. And to complete the complex puzzle of my NYC adventure, I decided to be a traditionalist on this exploit. This prompted me to order for a no-frills kind of a bagel. I simply ordered a classic variety with cream cheese on it.
Longevity’s bagel has no food coloring, not fancy and thankfully was the traditional kind of a bagel. It nevertheless was impressively squishy inside and remarkably crisp crust on the outside, which clearly defines the classic kind of an NYC bagel. It is soft-on-the-inside and lacquered-on-the-outside!
This is to confirm then that bagels in this part of the globe are indeed unmatched and should really be something to be gratified with. Now I can really say that I am and was indeed in New York City. And a piece of bagel made it further complete.
Yami! kakaiba pramis!