[PHOTOGRAPHY] Sleepy Hollow, NY / Tarrytown, NY

Last Spring, I was a student teacher at Sleepy Hollow Middle School. After being let out early one beautiful March day, I decided to snap some pictures as I walked to the bus stop.
Some quick info about Sleepy Hollow:

This legendary and very beautiful village, steeped in folklore and immortalized by Washington Irving's "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow", boasts several world famous landmarks including Philipsburg Manor, the Old Dutch Church and the Rockefeller Family Estate Kykuit. Once called North Tarrytown, the name was officially changed to Sleepy Hollow in 1996.
http://www.sleepyhollowny.gov/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=130&Itemid=194

Onto the pictures. I chose of few of my favorites to share. Hope you like them. Please leave your comments and critiques in the comments.

This was the first shot I took that day and I think a welcoming sign is apt as a first shot. Love how the sign frames the window of whatever that structure is.

I call this one…”Tree”. lol

Bend in the road. I like how the trees frame the road on both sides.

I wasn’t sure whether or not to include this. But the same something that made me take the shot, made me want to share it. It’s the contrast in the two trees. They’re so different and yet they share the same lawn. Some philosophical meaning can definitely be found in that. Maybe. Or it can just be a pretty picture.

Pretty building. Love the shade of red brick. And the strong looking trees seeming to guard it.

Pretty church. With it’s pointy end pointing to the sky. I know there’s a proper name for it, but I’m feeling too lazy at the moment to solicit the help of my best pal Google Inc.

Another angle of the same pretty red brick building. Again the trees. This time you can see all three of them. I think three is a special number…has power.

Yet another angle. I don’t know if this works well or not, or what I was even striving for. But I don’t think it’s too bad.

That’s all for now. Again, comments are always appreciated.

Until next time,

Tuma

Hearst Tower - NYC

 

Author’s Note: Think of this as a funky apartment building, even though it’s the Hearst Tower in NYC. I’ve always had an interest in other people’s home life. I’m curious about the things that happen behind other’s close doors. Do the siblings fight as much as I do with mine? Do the parents get along or do they fight? Etc etc. I guess you could say, I’m just nosy as hell! Below is the first of a series of dabbles I'm planning on writing about. We'll see if I actually get to all of 'em! ^____^ Enjoy as always. And please do comment.

Room 102: Father comes home from work and finds his small children are home all alone.

He turns the key and unlocks the door, shouldering his way in, hands full of his briefcase and a bag of treats for the children. As soon as he steps inside, he feels that something is wrong. The silence is out of place for a home with 3 children, ages two, five and six. The usual sounds of Liz finishing up dinner, Kate playing house with her dolls, Mike having a wild police chase with his matchbox cars and Sammie tottering to greet his “da da” aren’t present. A strange and sudden fear grips his heart as he drops his bags at the door and begins calling their names. “Liz… Katie, where are you darling?” “Michael… Sam, can you boys hear me?” With each repetition of their names, his anxiety quickly transforms to panic, making it harder to draw a breath. Suddenly, he stops and sharply turns his head. He’s heard something…a muffled sniffle coming from the Master bedroom. He slowly makes his way inside, straining to hear something… anything, as he stands still in the center of the room. There, he hears it again. The muffled sound of someone afraid of being heard is coming from the walk-in closet. He walks over cautiously with one hand outstretched to grab hold of the knob and slowly inches the door open. The sight revealed to him, is one that grabs him by the heart and squeezes painfully. His Kate, his Mike and his Sam—are huddled together on the floor of the closet with tear-tracks staining each of their beautiful faces. “D-daddy,” his oldest Kate says brokenly. “Mommy… mommy left”. And she begins to cry, her little brothers following her lead. And that’s when he notices the vastness of the half-empty closet open before him. As his children cry and his own tender heart breaks, he comes to the realization that the large partly empty closet, in which the four of them are huddled, is filling up—with the sorrow of children losing their mother and a man losing his wife, the confusion and anger of her leaving without a word, the fear of something having happened to the kids, the love he has for his children and the strength to go on because of that love.

 

Random Shots!

Here are a couple of pictures. They don't really have a theme, hence the title of this post! :)

 

New York City- 42nd Street, 8th Avenue

City College - New York, NY

 

Hmm....I really like this picture. There's something about the black crow (I'm assuming it's a crow. What do I know about bird species *shrugs*) amongst the semi-brightly lit leaves. Some sort of juxtaposition of ... light and dark? Life and death (crows are usually seen as bad omens)?It's almost like the crow is lying in wait....but for what?

 

HAHA This one makes me laugh because I remember how ridiculous I looked while taking it. I wanted the shot, but was afraid of getting stung by the bee. I would get close, prepare to take the shot..the stupid thing would flutter causing me to nearly have multiple heart attacks and then I'd go try again!

 

Pleasantville, NY. God, I really love these stone stairs! But I have mixed feelings about this shot. I don't know whether to be pissed the shot was crooked (taken as I was practically running by trying to catch the train on time), or amused that the crookedness gives both the stairs and house a bit of character.... hmm.... :)

Til next time folks!!

Condemned Building: Bronx, NY

Another final print from my Intro to Photography course. This is a favorite fave of mine! ^___^ What do you think?