IMG_1011 : 無料・フリー素材/写真
IMG_1011 / Wootang01
| ライセンス | クリエイティブ・コモンズ 表示-改変禁止 2.1 |
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| 説明 | Yesterday, I finally saw my father. He's a bit worse for the wear, I'm afraid - missing teeth that make viewing his smile somewhat unsettling; a paunch the size of a titanic steamer protruding from his belly; and an obstinate, disheveled quality, as though his physical woes will never revert themselves to former health again. His walk, hobbled like that of an octogenarian penguin, has improved with a steady cane, however; and his smile, despite my initial discomfort, proved genuine and comforting; his personality still shines and radiates, lending his warm glow to the people around him. That's why I love him.Peter, too, liked my dad. He joined me on the Harrison PATH platform and together we ventured uptown from the WTC - the site still suffers from a tedious, democratic malady, unfortunately; perhaps it would be better to surrender power to one property developer so that something, anything, will be in place for the tenth anniversary of the tragedy, which looms in the near distance - to the McDonald's on Bowery Street in Chinatown. From there, after meeting my father who had come from the Confucius Plaza across the street, we ascended the steps into the Golden Bridge, a 1,000-seat restaurant that has withstood the fastidious scrutiny of both Chinese gourmands and health inspectors for the past twenty years. We shared a table with another party of three, and while sipping delicious New York City tap water, discussed some of the small staples of our discourse - Chinese culture; airfare and transportation; the Olympics; and the respective conditions of other family members. Peter, who had eaten at the restaurant previously, munched on vegetarian dim sum and chimed in when applicable. It was a good meal supplemented with familiar conversation by family, and friend.After finishing lunch, my father turned right; and Peter and I turned left - and walked briskly to the former Tea and Tea on Mott Street; whose current name escapes me and in which we washed down our Chinese breakfast with the tastiest green tea smoothies on the planet (It's the water)! The drink at once quenched my thirst and later provided me with such a chill that I indeed began to shiver slightly; Peter's drink, which took on a life of its own as it insidiously oozed down the side of his glass onto the table below, and consequently created a hazardous lake of green, also went down well, I suspect. The levity from our first meal had vanished somewhat with the dismissal of my father, but I guess that's what happens when the interpersonal guru takes his social mojo back to Brooklyn. The talk and the food nonetheless were satisfying.Peter then left, I took the bus via the subway, and 45 minutes later, I was back home, going on a fast interval run. In the evening, Mark, Tim, his roommate Peter and I went to Rahway with the original intent to visit a singles ministry being run by a BLD organization, whose Catholic, yet charismatic character intrigued me (the prospect of meeting single Christian girls also aroused my interest). Their service, however, had been canceled at St. Mary's church for this particular, ill-fated Friday so, the flexible blokes that we were, we instead discovered delightful diversions at a nearby Chili's and its neighbor, a monstrously large Barnes and Noble where I bought a present - a collection of Ibsen's plays - for Clare; and within whose bowels we found dozens of nubile, middle school girls sprawled around as though they were held captive in a refugee camp, one housing thousands upon thousands of books - apparently, a book release party was in progress, a disgruntled salesgirl told me. |
| 撮影日 | 2008-08-02 00:40:21 |
| 撮影者 | Wootang01 , Hong Kong |
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| カメラ | Canon DIGITAL IXUS 70 , Canon |
| 露出 | 0.017 sec (1/60) |
| 開放F値 | f/2.8 |
| 焦点距離 | 13653.33333 dpi |