Summer in the City

Summer has now come to an end. And I’m switching to the...

Wed, 09 Sep 2009 00:00:41 -0400

Summer has now come to an end. And I’m switching to the next season. Autumn in New York…..

The Plight of the Honey Bee

Fri, 04 Sep 2009 09:21:00 -0400

” Hello Olivia. I dont know where you are physically. But if you are in the greater new york city area, give me a call. The reason why I am calling you is because a thunderstorm has knocked over a very large tree and lo and behold a very massive bee hive has been discovered. Six or so beekeepers are going to arrive at the Bronx Zoo tomorrow to put them in hives. and doing very intensive beekeeping work. Moving the bees, putting them in boxes. In some very hot and sweaty weather. The bees are in a very foul mood which may create some very good opportunities for photos. This is is a very very large bee hive, a ten foot long canoe. Its that big. Give me a buzz.”

He told me to meet them behind the giraffe house. And there I went, to discover (for the first time) the wonders of bee keeping in New York City (In a very legal way).

And by the end of the day when I heard one of the beekeepers speaking about his sticky hands, I thought to myself “C’est la BEE”, and I knew that with my very first bee pun, I was hooked.

(The Entrance, Bronx Zoo)

(The Beekeepers)

(Reminded of Holy Mountain)

(The Fallen Tree)

(Covered)

(Smoke em out)

(Tools and honey bees)

(Placement)

(A Brushing)

(Knife)

(Dripping Honey)

(Honeycomb)

(Secret)

(Pheremones, they thought it was)

(Sticky, Stuck, Yellow)

(Well….)

(In line)

(Searching for the Queen Mother in the crowd)

(Parade to the Queen that has been placed in box)

(Yellow vs. Black)

(Keeper)

(Boxes and Boxes)

(Honey Comb Above)

(Break, Uncovered)

(Beelover Expert)

Intimacy vs. Isolation

Tue, 25 Aug 2009 23:27:00 -0400

(The Return)

(Motherliness)

(Toy Piano)

(Henry, Henry)

(Hung Over)

(Clap?)

(Sass)

(A Motion)

(Quarter Life)

(The Night Before)

(Path)

Morning Swim in the Gorge

Mon, 24 Aug 2009 23:03:00 -0400

‘

Swimming Hole

Mon, 24 Aug 2009 22:45:00 -0400

Niagara Falls

Sun, 23 Aug 2009 00:17:00 -0400

The Outdoor Shower

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 09:09:00 -0400

Cape Cod Twice

Fri, 21 Aug 2009 09:43:00 -0400

(Afternoon Pastels)

(The Ship has Sailed)

(Blue Tape)

(Hearth)

(The Crossing)

(Ania)

(Motherliness)

(Vines)

(Obama)

(Stair Peek)

(Uneven Tan)

The Lake House

Mon, 17 Aug 2009 12:20:00 -0400

Last week someone told me that Lake Champlain was a Great Lake. I told him that was a dirty lie…but he didn’t believe me. I Wikipediad it. If you didn’t remember, they are…Superior, Michigan, Huron, Erie, Ontario. Lake Champlain, though not as grand, is pretty fantastic anyway. And if I lived here I would swim in it everyday because it’s just perfect, even when its gray. Us girls spent two nights there and hung out circa 1994, sleepover party style. (Us above in Bed)

(Morning Corners)

(Futzing around)

(Morning Swim)

(The Lake House)

(Morning Blueberry Local Beer while I cook Breakfast)

(Green Ground)

(Pink Breakfast)

(Pulling Weight)

(Perfect)

(We are raincoat type of people)

(Silhouette)

(Tea Time)

(Nothing to do)

(A lovely brushing)

(Caught)

(Tea)

(Decisions, Decisions)

(Through)

(Yelena, Yelena, Yelena)

Wild Swimming in Vermont

Thu, 13 Aug 2009 11:10:00 -0400

Layers like nail polish on long nails (Summer Days in Vermont)

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 09:47:00 -0400

There comes a time when one gets a hankering to build a home. If I were to build a home I would dream it here. I would sleep outside in the summers (and divert the bugs with bright purple lights) I would plant flowers-red purple green kaleidescope colors on a canvas of mossy green. I would build the beams and paint the walls and carve the corners and each year I would make layers like nail polish on long nails. spring summer fall winter would pass and I would imagine e.e. cumming poems. I would hum country songs in the kitchen when I swept and let my children finger paint the walls.

(A hang carved door to the summer terrace to sleep)

(Dreamland Bed Nook surrounded by hanging flowers)

(Matured Eyes)

(Caroline’s)

(Cobwebs on the Grass)

(Breakfast Sweet Potato Cuts)

(Photos on Breakfast Tables)

(To Market)

(Lathed WOoden Bowl Painted)

(Ginger Child)

(In the tower framed)

(Yelena descending the tower of windows)

(Boy in Brush with flowers)

(Dog Day Afternoons)

(The Studio)

(Dinner)

(We believe in Community)

To Maine we go (For lunch)

Mon, 10 Aug 2009 09:53:00 -0400

Maine is for lovers. Lobster lovers. There we eat like ravenous cavemen by the sea, next to the gigantic Lobster Father. We also ate roadside blueberries, mini versions of the larger, little candy skittles. Just Yelena (the Russian, I would make my wife if I was a man. Santiago, the rusted beater that we have loved. Loretta, the billowing skirt that will be shared. And Me) On the road- New York to Cambridge(a night with the neuroscience grad students), a quick pitstop to Rockland, Maine for three hours to eat lobsters and deep fried twinkies and straight to Vermont through storybook Stephen King’s hazy sunlit red rum Maine.

(Roadside Blueberries)

(Into the Rabbit Hole Teepeee- Roadside Maine)

(Santiago and Yelena)

(Ruby Red Boiled)

(Boo)

(First Round-Before)

(First Round-After)

(Giant Lobster Father)

(Red Rum Run)

(Lavender Sun)

(Loretta Spun)

(Yelena, shopkeeper, canolli expert, lovely)

(A farewell curtsy to Maine )

Cape Cod

Wed, 29 Jul 2009 23:32:00 -0400

When I was young, I used to dance to Frank Sinatra for my Mother...

Tue, 21 Jul 2009 02:01:00 -0400

When I was young, I used to dance to Frank Sinatra for my Mother in the living room. I used to think him and Beethoven were the best ever…Long Island is nothing like home. This is my first movie with my Canon 5d Mark II. I think next time I will use a tripod.

Why do people always say they hate country and opera? I like...

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 10:48:00 -0400

Why do people always say they hate country and opera?

I like both country (old rusted kind) and opera, especially Loretta Lynn. (Who was mistakenly playing in the back ground out of Pandora)

Justyna in summer night loveliness…

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 03:39:00 -0400

Justyna in summer night loveliness…

Nature's Prozac

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 12:35:00 -0400

Blackout is the first word I think of when I hear the phrase “summer in the city”.

In my mind this word is strictly linked with images of sweaty New Yorkers having dance parties on the street, hanging out on stoops, while their mothers (or wives) scream sassy things to them out of their windows.

A nice, wholesome daydream.

This idylic scenery is immediately then disrupted by the next image I think of, the 1999 movie Summer of Sam. Which, officially, I have never really watched but my imagination got the gist a few years ago and has been going wild ever since. This disruption is also tied with similar imagery, except this time a psychotic freak is running around shooting people, during a blackout, while the same people sit on their stoops, and their sassy mothers warn them to take heed. (My information of this is based upon the countless hours I have spent on Crimelibrary.com, which I have now decided I am only allowed to read only the most mild, i.e. Bonnie and Clyde..gangsters…1930s noir, romanticized genre style recreations)

That set aside. I can’t wait for summer. I have not yet gotten tired of the ice cream truck tune and I am still naive enough to not fear the legendary heatwave, sidewalk egg frying, humidity that I have been forewarned of.

(My first almost official summer weekend)

New York Greenpoint rooftops….

Hundreds of Skateboarders heading to WIlliamsburg….

Rainbows…

McCarren Park Track….