I Swear

For some reason or another, I was very cranky yesterday to the point where I was muttering obscenities to myself (yes, I am talking craaaaaazy cranky....step away!) To get myself to snap out of it, I wandered along the East River with my tripod and camera and my mostly inadequate-for-landscape-photography 50mm lens and my completely inadequate-for every-reason cheap lens that came with my camera (all, which contributed to more swearing). It was an unseasonably warm evening so at least I wasn't f-ing freezing.


59th St Bridge with the Roosevelt Island gondola and the Citi building in view.





Inspired by Woody Allen.


My co-worker Kara suggested the full moon was the cause for my horrible disposition. It's very possible.

When I came home, I made some cookies. I rested my head in Dan's lap and we watched the Larry Sanders Show. I don't know if was the photo expedition, the warm chocolate chips, Gary Shandling or the hair smoothing, but I went to bed feeling mostly better.