May 17, 2000

Mohawk

Mohawk
就要離開Mohawk 公寓了 ,住了半年的地方, 5A曾帶給我許多布魯克林的浪漫夜,儘管浴室澡盆常傳來樓上Pratt美術系學生的油畫松香水味道,房間裡簡陋的只有友人丟棄不用的單人薄床墊.,一個利用報廢不用門板加工充數的大書桌,一台Denon 音響, 一架Panasonic 電視,20元折扣傢俱店買來的立燈 ,從樓下弟弟處搬來的穿衣鏡,隨身從台灣帶來的倫飛筆記型電腦,這就是我全部的家當了!空間雖大,一入門卻只有家徒四壁的感覺….


December 22, 2008

公園雪漠


Hardly to imagine that I shot this at the center of City .......Looks like a remote midwest however it's right in the city which 8,000,000 people live.


November 23, 2008

大馬寢台列車之旅


這就是今晚要搭乘的渡輪 (檳榔嶼到馬來半島上的北海)



November 23, 2008

大航海時代斜塔


原來我跟伽利略都是踏上這石階而登上塔頂~~
等嘞好久才能爬上去 , 想到自古有多少人提到它, 不禁發思古之悠情 ....


November 15, 2008

春慶會館


遇到難得的 名古屋 F1 賽車期間 , 又適逢每年十月的高山祭 ,


August 8, 2008

baby

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July 20, 2008

周末午後之中央公園---紐約滑輪舞蹈俱樂部

<h2>周末午後之中央公園---紐約滑輪舞蹈俱樂部 </h2>

這老兄也算是紐約奇人之一 .看看他衣服上的自畫像 ...

就是那個樣的特立獨行, 騎著一台自行改裝的五彩大燈泡腳踏車 ~


July 19, 2008

中央公園的千堆雪

<h2>中央公園的千堆雪 </h2>

紐約下雪的日子並不多

只要一下雪 ,就會特別喜歡到中央公園裡...特別是這兩棵雙子樹的地方

心靈會倏地的寧靜下來..


July 19, 2008

林肯中心仲夏爵士音樂節

<h2>林肯中心仲夏爵士音樂節 </h2>

每一年夏天最期待的就是 林肯中心廣場舉辦的 仲夏音樂節

Music ~ Jazz ~Swing  歡樂聲不斷 ... 看人也被人看...好不熱鬧~~


July 19, 2008

一一

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楊德昌雖然以「一一」締造個人成就高峰,在二○○○年坎城獲頒最佳導演獎,更被當年紐約、洛杉磯影評人協會選為最佳外語片,然而這部他最後的遺作,卻從來沒有在台灣上片過,台灣觀眾至今只能從市面販售由外地引進的碟片一窺大師傑作。


July 19, 2008

雪中即景(城市篇)三月中的一場暴風雪

<h2>雪中即景(城市篇)三月中的一場暴風雪 </h2>


等一下啦,,看我滑過您们啦 ....


July 19, 2008

追風箏的小孩

Recently , I saw the movie " The Kite Runner " .

It illustrates an exrotic world to me and reminds  me of an Iranian neighbor Mr Kia when I was living in New York .  The middle east conflict  seems an unsolved  puzzle to most of us . This movie briefly gives us pictures how people living in that remote area in the world .How Talibans executes women with adultery ; How Russian invaded  this tiny poor land ; How a lovely place that Afghanistan was;  What's the social ranking of Hazara tribe among Afghanistan's ?What's the difference between Iranian and Arabs.. 

 We don't know them well as they know us.  Just like my Neighbor Mr Kia who is always try to import T-shirt from Taiwan and sell his antiques to me. And he refuse to use "Nokia" brand Cellphone because of his name "Kia" *laugh*


July 9, 2008

都會騎士

騎機車戴安全帽政策已實施11年;
強制戴安全帽法令實施後(即1997年6月)
還記得那年騎機車要戴安全帽的法令一出,人民怨聲載道....


June 21, 2008

Tears Roll down

Tears Roll down ( 82-92 )
Starting to pack all my stuffs, it’s definitely not an easy task to wrap up all “these years’ things” within an afternoon. Here in 140 E56st, Lexington, the humble place where I have been living for over three years, however ironically located in an upscale area within Manhattan that most people would dream of moving in. It’s time to say good-bye. Moving-on is always like a slogan to me all the time, however, it never works because I am hopeless used to recall what happened in the past while looking those tiny souvenirs or even a piece of paper with some word s on it, after all, they are evidences that I had been through these years. Although I should have really kept moving on , heaven knows when I won’t lag behind the schedule. Moving is always occurring to most New Yorkers, and it’s a completely foolish behavior to buy new thing during the process of moving out because everyone knows how suffering to move place from place with lots personal belongings, however, moving light as travel light is just like a tall standard, I still can’t help stop buying things which fulfill my crazy satisfaction. Tear for Fear, for example, is one of my favorite leading bands, which consists two young boys from England on 80s. I had once spent hours for standing by the music stand in Barnes and Noble, 23 streets and 6 AVE, listening their saga of “Shout” and “Everybody want to rule the world” “Women in chains”, which really powerfully rocked my early youth over and over. This album “ Tears Roll down “ seems perfectly indicates the “Flash beat age” among my generations, however, it was lost for a Malaysian classmate from college never returned it to me. I felt deeply sorry about it’s lost and therefore had bore it in mind that someday I ought to buy a replace one. Thanks for the update digital age; fortunately, I could buy this album as new as it’s first being published fifteen years ago through E-BAY.com. Playing it over and over again by my lousy notebook cd-driver …The memory while I was spending my aimless youth at the basketball field in a small country junior school , sweating with friends as if we have never encounter the entrance exam of high school in a month pops up in my mind all of sudden . It was a real sweat and sweaty memory. At that time, we were playing power (may be so called violent or stupid) basketball while singing loudly “ Shout…Shout …let it all out.” It was such a great moment because we might not know our future then , however, we were so sure that “Everybody wants to rule the world”.  


June 21, 2008

Serendipity

Serendipity
Hopping on the cross-town bus along 57 street always , the route 31 and 57 are the few lines that cross the most busy street within Manhattan . It’s kind of a typical that I have to get on bus on Broadway after browsing some books and music from Lincoln Center head to my tiny humble apartment in Lexington . On the  half way of my home route , Once a while , the associate supermarket which located next to the original Hard Rock Café is my frequeent stop by gourmet destination . The 10 minutes trip is short . However, I have never cross the line to explore its destination . Line 57 is going along the 57 street and down to United Nation via First Avenue . Line 31 is turning up to York Ave to the upper East Side. Both of their riders are Rich new Yorker seeking a quiet neighborhood within this crazy sleepless city.To break up the daily routine , I was riding line 31 one day and not to drop off at the Lexington as usual. With no surprisingly , I have seen more exotic scenes than I usually saw the other day which includes the Indian passenger who sit in front of me trying to make his room for alluring opposite sex passenger. The bus was going toward to dime river side , and all the high rise ,old mansions along the 57th street , the most prestigous residential alley within Manhattan . It seemed that I almost caght the night view of the Queen because I aware of my approaching the river side. Bus is keep going up toward the upper town and all of sudden , a huge shock sound happened when someone would like get off the bus on 66TH street stop . Most clam passengers are cold enough to notice what happened until the bus driver got off his seat and took a look outside of the bus . “Oh ..My God ..” threre is a yellow cab which door was stucked on the rear of the bus . Obviously ..the taxi rider opened the door while the huge bus was trying to approaching the side walk . Everyone now realized the it’s not their day to get their destation stright on time . It’s the first car accident that I have been with though I have been here for almost four years. I am always wondering why there is no traffic accident happen in New York City compared to my home town . It makes me think about the critical reason why a mature society depends on its people or critical  penalty or not . I walked out the bus and can’t help to take a look at the tumbled taxi. Maamamia ..It’s an ordinaly taxi with an unique African-American female driver , moreover, there is a young girl crying in there. I couldn’t help thinking ..it must be a sad thing to figure out the aftermath insurance for the Taxi and the Bus for the compensation matter and it could make her into a bankruptcy without regarding her hot date tonight . What a night …I would rather to take a deep cold breath and walked by the near neighborhood than hopped on another bus. All of sudden , a gorgeous iron door appeared in front of my eyes , saying it’s the campus of the Rockerfeller University , as I remember that the winner of the last year’s Noble Medical Prize was from Rockerfeller University and I have never known exactly where was it until today. It’s indeed a unexpected adventure to me . !


June 21, 2008

Brighton Beach

If everyone has a secret garden for getting away from daily routine, my garden Eden would be Brighton Beach. Brighton Beach is located at the southeast part of Brooklyn, a Russian immigrant community, which has an informal nickname “ Little Odessa “. . Being a fascinating resort by the black sea as real Odessa, Little Odessa in Brooklyn has a similar accessible way of the Atlantic Ocean. People can talk a walk along the endless beaches while thinking, enjoy listening words from mind without any city noise or just get a jealous tanning of city residents in terms of any seasons.

I could smell the salty cool breezes and soak up the Slavic atmosphere right after I stepping off subway station. While walking along the Brighton Beach Avenue, I found most signs on the stores were either bilingual or only in Russian. Women were wearing babushkas or mink coats on chatting or picking up fresh fruits at the storefronts. Some elder men were playing chess or cards on beaches by the boardwalk. Most of them spoke languages that I didn’t understand even though I tried to eavesdrop on their conversations. This exotic atmosphere put me in an aliened surrounding and raised a pleasure of my adventurous personality. Most important of all, I could just walk two blocks away from the main shopping avenue to enjoy the spectacular ocean view and to refresh myself after a lousy day. Walking along the beach reminded me of those days I spent at a sunset beach, though I knew it’s Atlantic Oceans’ not the one of the Pacific Ocean in my hometown.   

I like to stop at any local shop to smell the domestic air when traveling. At M&I International Foods, a domestic supermarket, there are dozens of sausages, hams, breads and smoked fishes carefully displayed under warm lights. Unlike the upscale ones of Dean and Deluca in Soho, Zabarr in Upper West side, M&I provided more materials that I unfamiliar with and those vivacious staffs were more likely to hand over “ taste samples” to help me make a decision. Some of them spoke English worse than I was obviously; we had to communicate with each other by fingers, signs or others’ help. However, the difficult purchasing process gave me more fun on exploring something as I was traveling outside of English World. I particularly like to take a seat at the deli section having a cup of Ukraine red borscht and bread with cabbage and meat inside it. Watching the dealing process by the counters, listening their conversation and guessing ethnic-identities of staffs and customers before the unionization was the most tasteful ingredient having a snack time there! The Russian pilmeni, something like Italian ravioli, made me think of the homemade dumplings of Chinese food. I was always wandering if there was any relationship connected with these different gourmet cultures on this special recipe.


June 21, 2008

Brighton Beach

If everyone has a secret garden for getting away from daily routine, my garden Eden would be Brighton Beach. Brighton Beach is located at the southeast part of Brooklyn, a Russian immigrant community, which has an informal nickname “ Little Odessa “. . Being a fascinating resort by the black sea as real Odessa, Little Odessa in Brooklyn has a similar accessible way of the Atlantic Ocean. People can talk a walk along the endless beaches while thinking, enjoy listening words from mind without any city noise or just get a jealous tanning of city residents in terms of any seasons.

I could smell the salty cool breezes and soak up the Slavic atmosphere right after I stepping off subway station. While walking along the Brighton Beach Avenue, I found most signs on the stores were either bilingual or only in Russian. Women were wearing babushkas or mink coats on chatting or picking up fresh fruits at the storefronts. Some elder men were playing chess or cards on beaches by the boardwalk. Most of them spoke languages that I didn’t understand even though I tried to eavesdrop on their conversations. This exotic atmosphere put me in an aliened surrounding and raised a pleasure of my adventurous personality. Most important of all, I could just walk two blocks away from the main shopping avenue to enjoy the spectacular ocean view and to refresh myself after a lousy day. Walking along the beach reminded me of those days I spent at a sunset beach, though I knew it’s Atlantic Oceans’ not the one of the Pacific Ocean in my hometown.   

I like to stop at any local shop to smell the domestic air when traveling. At M&I International Foods, a domestic supermarket, there are dozens of sausages, hams, breads and smoked fishes carefully displayed under warm lights. Unlike the upscale ones of Dean and Deluca in Soho, Zabarr in Upper West side, M&I provided more materials that I unfamiliar with and those vivacious staffs were more likely to hand over “ taste samples” to help me make a decision. Some of them spoke English worse than I was obviously; we had to communicate with each other by fingers, signs or others’ help. However, the difficult purchasing process gave me more fun on exploring something as I was traveling outside of English World. I particularly like to take a seat at the deli section having a cup of Ukraine red borscht and bread with cabbage and meat inside it. Watching the dealing process by the counters, listening their conversation and guessing ethnic-identities of staffs and customers before the unionization was the most tasteful ingredient having a snack time there! The Russian pilmeni, something like Italian ravioli, made me think of the homemade dumplings of Chinese food. I was always wandering if there was any relationship connected with these different gourmet cultures on this special recipe.


June 21, 2008

Crossing Delancey

Crossing Delancey
What a bizarre adventure.  After having a hair-cut in China town, trying to comb my hair into my way instead of the hair stylist’s old-time fashion, and having a late-late brunch of Vietnam style pork chop rice. Today’s major priority seems to be finished already. A lovely Sunday afternoon with milder temp and irresistible sunshine, I should take a walk in this lovely afternoon with my goggle on. I thought.

It’s quite been a while since last time I visited the Lower East Side during the annual Pickle Festival. I decided to step into the historical ethnic district again. I don’t know the reason why I fallen in love with the multi-culture mixed community as the Lower east side, partially it’s also the place where I met Cathy, my ex-girl. It seems there is always something there worth recalling. Walking across Christie, Allen, and Orchard street, I can’t help noticing this neighborhood a humble, mess and shabby neighborhood stands up low-rise buildings, bargain district signs everywhere, open-air laundry hung on the windowsills and lots Puerto-Ricans are sitting on plastic-made chairs for an afternoon chat with Latin ethnic music. The surrounding somehow makes me think about walking through an anonymous urban ghetto in Caribbean country. It’s the new look of this newfound land of immigrants. For decades, the Lower East Side changes little, however, the major residents were replaced from German, Russian, Jewish, Italian and now it is mainly occupied by the Caribbean Latino and Fu-Ken Chinese.


June 21, 2008

甘蔗汁

急忙請司機先生打開後門, 我在Spring St春街下車 .
在目的地前幾站來個中途下車. 探訪意外的可能 .
NoLita 一直是個漂亮的地方, 沒有下城中國城.小義大利的摩肩擦踵.


June 5, 2008

沉沒之都(水上行走)

擔心不知再過幾十年...威尼斯可能成為另一個亞特蘭提斯城! 2001年冬在大運河Grand Canal 旁拍攝到的一景



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