Ten is an arbitrary number of course, but it seems like a nice way to look back over the year without flooding the blog. (I started by picking "favorites" and had over 40!) There were no particular criteria -- some landscape, some personal and some just those lucky captured moments. They are in chronological order.
This is Ellie's first Valentine's Day card:
The Chain Bridge and Hapsburg Castle in Budapest, in May. My first trip. (This was actually shot with one of those point and shoot cameras that fit into a pocket.)
Independence Square in Kiev, just about ten days after Budapest. Funny how the crappiness of jetlag is canceled out by just being somewhere new -- the photos from the first few days turned out well despite how I remember feeling.
Procession at the Kiev Caves Monastery:
Anton, at the local swimming hole. What a wonderful Norman Rockwell like picnic we had that day in a village with a public well and the cows were walked home in the evening. The whole town was out swimming.
At my mother-in-law's first college. We stumbled upon an end-of-the year concert. This was the Ukrainian music group.
At Sofia's old school in Odessa. This girl was enjoying a moment on the last day of classes.
There were a ton of characters at the Privoz Market in Odessa. I like how the cake lady looks like her work.
Downtown Manhattan, after a walk on the Brooklyn Bridge:
Hungarian Science Academy, October:
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
Old First Impressions
I had the camera at work today for the Holiday Party and took a shot of our trading floor. My seat is way off in the background behind the pillar near the top center; this is one of the trading rows on a tranquil day (other than hundreds of kids fueled up on cotton candy).
I wish I'd gotten a good photo back before we had flat screens. The best first impression of the floor I ever heard (second hand) was that of a colleague's mother over a decade ago: "My God. It's a digital sweatshop!".
I wish I'd gotten a good photo back before we had flat screens. The best first impression of the floor I ever heard (second hand) was that of a colleague's mother over a decade ago: "My God. It's a digital sweatshop!".
Sunday, December 2, 2007
`Tis the Season
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