Pouring My Art Out

Well, you made it to the end of the third day of my three-and-a-half-day adventure in New York.

I am drunk, armed with a camera, and wandering around Times Square.

The lady and Elmo have the same look on their faces, the same look everyone had in Times Square. The look of being overly stimulated by too much light and too many advertisements.

There is a large police presence in the area.

Obviously, if terrorists want to strike at the heart of America, crass commercialism makes a good target.

I loved the cage as a photo-op.

Of course I asked my daughter and son-in-law to step inside.

Oh yeah, that feeling when they release you from lockup.

I may have gotten sucked into becoming part of a street performance.

But only because I was drunk.

I tried to be a good sport about it, but I am shy.

I didn’t really enjoy it, but my family got a kick out of it.

So yeah, Times Square. Now, I just have a few random photos on my phone to download.

And we can wrap this New York thing up!

Me, drunk, in Times Square.

I know, as a tourist and a blogger, I had to go there. But I had mixed feelings about it once I did. It is like conspicuous consumptionism had a love-child with a rave.

My older daughter and I, on the last night of my 3-and-a-half-day visit.

My daughter, son-in-law and I. I was still pretty drunk.

So I put them in a cage. Funny how a mere photo-op can bring back bad memories.  I should have made them hold up cards with numbers on them, and then do a profile pic.

I know there are stage shows and shopping and food and such.

But for me, it was all about the lights… so I took a few of my patented wiggly light pictures.

Because who doesn’t like those, am I right?

This really does sum up American culture in a way.

Here we are, wasting tons of energy, glorifying mean girls, as advertisements fight for our oh-so-brief attention span.

I bet people living with a view of Times Square have really thick drapes so they can sleep.

Yes indeed, we should all feel….