June 10, 2006
further proof. and story time.
I didn't expect my pictures to be ready today! I am getting them developed in groups so that my parents don't die from the expense.
Here is a sampling and some related stories:
Kati, Liz, Meredith and I (eye, behind the camera), in SoHo, just after leaving the Apple Store, and right before going to Prada.
Crazy sculpture on the roof of the Met.
I love the composition of this, even if it's not the most flattering of Meredith. I have more flattering ones of here in the albums (see below), check them out. She's got beautiful hands, no?
I just really need to take a moment and say that Meredith was one of the most important parts of the trip. Since we both stayed home this past semester we were able to really empathize with each other. I have never had that before, someone who really got the ups and downs of fatigue. The whole trip I knew she had my back, that meant everything. Honestly, we all had each others backs (Morty was good at setting that up as a platform for relating to each other), but there was something special between us "sickies," if you will. I've never had someone to really stand beside me in this way of just silent acknowledgement of the struggle to move forward. It gave me a new confidence in who I am as a chronically sick person. I have never let being sick stand between me and what and who I want to be with my life, and now I feel like I really can be and do whatever God would want regardless of the obstacle. I am trying to really savor that feeling. Oh, and I also learned I don't have to do it alone. Linnea and I had this exhausting day of basically riding the subway and at the end she was late for her bus and my foot was all effed up and I was slowing us down and I asked if she wanted to go ahead without me and she said: "I need to remember my priorities" and the trip was about us, and we stuck it out until the end and while the day was frustrating, that gesture was incredibly significant to me. To take good care of the ones I love, I know how to do that, but to really allow myself to feel well taken care of, I am still adjusting to that. So thanks New York. Thanks Meredith and Linnea.
I couldn't resist also adding this one of Liz after she finally made it into this tree in Central Park. I have so many great Liz memories from May. She rocked my socks off, made sure we saw all the coolest art in the Chelsea galleries, and helped me lug all my crap to the bus the morning I had to catch my flight back to Michigan. I think the best Liz moment was when she and I went with Meredith to Serendipity on the Upper East Side and spent waaaaaaaaay to much money, like forty bucks, on two ice cream Sundays and three esperessos. Liz, who was totally broke, started laughing when we got the bill and said: "This was still totally worth it and that's our story." And you know what? It totally was. Best damned Sunday I have ever had and most likely ever will. We couldn't even finish them. We were so sad about that but so so so full and sugar high.
This picture incorporates so many of my favorite things. Black and white photography, night photography, roller coasters, NYC history... they are tearing down the amusement park and putting up condos. Soon, it really will just be a ghost left there.
Marianne, Meredith, Amy and Scott. It was Scott's birthday and I really REALLY wanted to go to Coney Island. It ended up being a good was to celebrate.
We bought Scott a famous Nathan's hot dog and later, a cupcake. So we rode the Q through Brooklyn and finally got there after dark. We stuck together and avoided possible negative outcomes. After this we jumped back on the Q and raced to get to Magnolia Bakery before it closed at 11:30. We just barely made it. Such good cupcakes!
This is a picture of Amsterdam Ave and 104th Street, from the second story Balcony of our Hostel. We hung out here a lot. We had a meeting out there one day and I was framing this shot in my mind. After we wrapped up I ran back to my room to grab my camera (also on the second floor). I passed Morty and he asked if I forgot something "Nope, just need to take the pictures I was mentally noting during your lecture." He did this hand gesture thing and was like: "Natalie, you, you're, you are just, just, you are wild." I laughed: "What do you mean by 'wild?' How am I wild?" "Well" he replied, "I wanted to say weird but that just seemed awkward." This made me laugh a lot. Yes. Yes I am weird. I am okay with that.
I have three albums up on facebook and for now they are open for everyone to see. (Yeah, I just realized I could do that.)
I will add more to them as I get my pictures back. Also, there is a poker night from back in April that I am still waiting to get back. Never fear guys, never fear.
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