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badjonesrising: Oh, Brooklyn!  #photofriday #7 What better way to celebrate a Friday than with sweet shots of the graffiti murals found around the neighborhood? Of course, you know me, I want to take pictures of everything because I’m a country girl. Even after coming up here hundreds of times, living here for a good 5 months, and seeing enough art to make Andy Warhol have a heart attack, I still shiver when I see things like this. No matter what kind of mood I am, bursts of crazy color over old brick and crumbling concrete just makes me want to dance and sing. (and yes, look like a tourist!) If there is one thing about New Yorkers that I have learned, it would have to be their strange disregard for the art technique on these stone walls. Yeah, they appreciate it’s raw and gritty vibe in every borough, but to truly look into each piece no matter how small or gigantic, well, I just don’t see it. If you ask me, I think I’m in a valuable position here. After seeing deer, snakes, and eagles (oh my!) everyday, I am the new perspective. Being among larger-than-life painted rainbows every time I get off the train, makes me want to celebrate. I want to celebrate the brushstrokes, the placement of shadows, the color palettes, the anonymity of it all. Of course, the best part about it is that it’s all temporary. Fleeting masterpieces and fleeting memories. Shit’s crazy…
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badjonesrising: Oh, Brooklyn!  #photofriday #7 What better way to celebrate a Friday than with sweet shots of the graffiti murals found around the neighborhood? Of course, you know me, I want to take pictures of everything because I’m a country girl. Even after coming up here hundreds of times, living here for a good 5 months, and seeing enough art to make Andy Warhol have a heart attack, I still shiver when I see things like this. No matter what kind of mood I am, bursts of crazy color over old brick and crumbling concrete just makes me want to dance and sing. (and yes, look like a tourist!) If there is one thing about New Yorkers that I have learned, it would have to be their strange disregard for the art technique on these stone walls. Yeah, they appreciate it’s raw and gritty vibe in every borough, but to truly look into each piece no matter how small or gigantic, well, I just don’t see it. If you ask me, I think I’m in a valuable position here. After seeing deer, snakes, and eagles (oh my!) everyday, I am the new perspective. Being among larger-than-life painted rainbows every time I get off the train, makes me want to celebrate. I want to celebrate the brushstrokes, the placement of shadows, the color palettes, the anonymity of it all. Of course, the best part about it is that it’s all temporary. Fleeting masterpieces and fleeting memories. Shit’s crazy…
Zoom Info
Camera
Insignia NS-DSC10x
ISO
200 		Aperture
f/2.8
Exposure
1/30th 		Focal Length
6mm
badjonesrising: Oh, Brooklyn!  #photofriday #7 What better way to celebrate a Friday than with sweet shots of the graffiti murals found around the neighborhood? Of course, you know me, I want to take pictures of everything because I’m a country girl. Even after coming up here hundreds of times, living here for a good 5 months, and seeing enough art to make Andy Warhol have a heart attack, I still shiver when I see things like this. No matter what kind of mood I am, bursts of crazy color over old brick and crumbling concrete just makes me want to dance and sing. (and yes, look like a tourist!) If there is one thing about New Yorkers that I have learned, it would have to be their strange disregard for the art technique on these stone walls. Yeah, they appreciate it’s raw and gritty vibe in every borough, but to truly look into each piece no matter how small or gigantic, well, I just don’t see it. If you ask me, I think I’m in a valuable position here. After seeing deer, snakes, and eagles (oh my!) everyday, I am the new perspective. Being among larger-than-life painted rainbows every time I get off the train, makes me want to celebrate. I want to celebrate the brushstrokes, the placement of shadows, the color palettes, the anonymity of it all. Of course, the best part about it is that it’s all temporary. Fleeting masterpieces and fleeting memories. Shit’s crazy…
Zoom Info
Camera
Insignia NS-DSC10x
ISO
200 		Aperture
f/2.8
Exposure
1/30th 		Focal Length
6mm
badjonesrising: Oh, Brooklyn!  #photofriday #7 What better way to celebrate a Friday than with sweet shots of the graffiti murals found around the neighborhood? Of course, you know me, I want to take pictures of everything because I’m a country girl. Even after coming up here hundreds of times, living here for a good 5 months, and seeing enough art to make Andy Warhol have a heart attack, I still shiver when I see things like this. No matter what kind of mood I am, bursts of crazy color over old brick and crumbling concrete just makes me want to dance and sing. (and yes, look like a tourist!) If there is one thing about New Yorkers that I have learned, it would have to be their strange disregard for the art technique on these stone walls. Yeah, they appreciate it’s raw and gritty vibe in every borough, but to truly look into each piece no matter how small or gigantic, well, I just don’t see it. If you ask me, I think I’m in a valuable position here. After seeing deer, snakes, and eagles (oh my!) everyday, I am the new perspective. Being among larger-than-life painted rainbows every time I get off the train, makes me want to celebrate. I want to celebrate the brushstrokes, the placement of shadows, the color palettes, the anonymity of it all. Of course, the best part about it is that it’s all temporary. Fleeting masterpieces and fleeting memories. Shit’s crazy…
Zoom Info
Camera
Insignia NS-DSC10x
ISO
200 		Aperture
f/2.8
Exposure
1/30th 		Focal Length
6mm

badjonesrising:

Oh, Brooklyn!  #photofriday #7

What better way to celebrate a Friday than with sweet shots of the graffiti murals found around the neighborhood? Of course, you know me, I want to take pictures of everything because I’m a country girl. Even after coming up here hundreds of times, living here for a good 5 months, and seeing enough art to make Andy Warhol have a heart attack, I still shiver when I see things like this. No matter what kind of mood I am, bursts of crazy color over old brick and crumbling concrete just makes me want to dance and sing. (and yes, look like a tourist!)

If there is one thing about New Yorkers that I have learned, it would have to be their strange disregard for the art technique on these stone walls. Yeah, they appreciate it’s raw and gritty vibe in every borough, but to truly look into each piece no matter how small or gigantic, well, I just don’t see it. If you ask me, I think I’m in a valuable position here. After seeing deer, snakes, and eagles (oh my!) everyday, I am the new perspective. Being among larger-than-life painted rainbows every time I get off the train, makes me want to celebrate. I want to celebrate the brushstrokes, the placement of shadows, the color palettes, the anonymity of it all. Of course, the best part about it is that it’s all temporary. Fleeting masterpieces and fleeting memories. Shit’s crazy…

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