An NYC Bone » Observations

It’s the little things – diatoms

nycbone — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 05:16:13 +0000

Somewhere along the line, in a science class, I was told about Diatoms and how they are used in the paint on the streets to make it more reflective. Every time I see newly painted lines now, I stop and look at the Diatom dust. Kinda amazing me that this was mined from the ocean and now it’s dust in a gutter, on it’s way back to the waters around NYC.

Wikipedia: Diatoms and Chromalveolate

Diatoms and Chromalveolate"/>

STOP: Brooklyn Sunset

nycbone — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 14:15:14 +0000

This sunset stopped me in my tracks. Sure, in a place like Florida perhaps you would expect this kind of thing on the way to the car but here in Brooklyn it’s been really crummy weather. I was on my way to a friend’s party and happened to have the camera with me. I scolded myself when I second guessed taking a photo or not.

I Reconize You Are IT

nycbone — Fri, 25 Apr 2008 21:45:30 +0000

You could be anyone.

I would like to recognize how IT the person is that created and left this streetart butterfly in the tree. Not only did I find it and feel the moment of discovery was for me but then as a woman I know from the hood was walking by it gave us the chance to talk to each other. It probably won’t be there tomorrow.

Yep it’s Spring

nycbone — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 12:10:26 +0000

I saw a dog that liked being a dog.
The garden is open…
OMG I don’t fit into any of my shorts.

Manhattan Observations

nycbone — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 00:16:56 +0000

I had to go into the city to meet my client Alyssa Dineen, drop off assets and an invoice (yahoo!) as well as run a few other errands. It was a little cool but I was loving it as long as I was walking on the sunny site of the street.

While I was downtown around Canal St. and all the Chinatown business that goes on there I was watching the foot traffic. I actually stopped because I was on the phone and found a fairly quiet corner to talk on (yeah right), but then I started to noticed people hanging out in their mini-vans. The door would slide open and just one at a time would exit. I soon realized they were the illegal sidewalk dealers. Asian women walking the sidewalks with laminated printouts of knockoff purses that tourists buy. They huddle around them, point at thumbnails and make a deal!

As I walked on I continued my calls and admired the activity all the way to the SoHo Apple Store to get me a new battery and computer bag.

I HEART SPRING!