Times Square has lots of people

And windows errors.

Central Park carries exhausted children

And sad news.

The Museum of Modern Art measures your height

And writes your name on the wall next to it.

A king among men. Shame I can’t shoot straight.

Gareth recently graduated

And Vince is Vince. Or ‘Vincenzo’, in this instance.

Harlem. Met a friend I have not seen since secondary school and he took us to the soul food restaurant.

Despite all the soul food on offer, Ryan only chose Lettuce and mashed potato. Crazy, I say.

Simon.

Back near Times Square.

Ran into the Turkish girls again.

I helped her friend with her pram up some stairs and she asked me when I would take her picture.

On and around The Highline

Going home for the final time.

Not before a spot of Golf though.

Geeky stuff: Canon EOS 20D, 24-70 f2.8 lens. Nikon FM, 24mm f2 lens; Tri-x 400.

Ocean City

The day started in Vince’s Ocean City beach house. Vince and I got up early, went to the store, got some whipped cream and ambushed Zoe. She was not amused, and did not talk to us for ~2 hours. :)

Ryan was ambushed as well. Vince is a crap cameraman.

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We went to Atlantic City to have breakfast (lunch, and dinner) in the Borgata buffet.

BBQ chicken, chargrilled chicken, noodles, sausages, egg fried rice, mushrooms…

…ravioli, pork shoulder, mussels, plantain… what? It’s a buffet!

We got to our hotel in Philly, The Four Points by Sheraton. Highly recommended.

Saw this advert while we waited for the valet. I’m always amazed by the in-your-face ‘sue anyone & everyone’ culture in America.

Reading Terminal Market for lunch.

It can be hard to eat healthy in America sometimes.

I wanted to buy one of these, but I’m not sure what I would have done with it.

Why I didn’t shoot this straight I will never know.

Vince’s lunch: Turkey bacon and French toast.

My lunch: Blueberry pancakes.

And an apple thingy.

Driving to the State Pen, we passed some murals.

There are murals like this all over Philadelphia, especially in car parks. I want to go back and see them all.

Silly faces.

We stopped off near the prison and went for a quick drink while we waited for Vince’s friend Charley to arrive. Passed this sticker on the way. Zoe, being Jewish, put a cross through it.

Hello Zoe.

This is my drink. I can’t remember what it was named or what it tasted of. Maybe I should take notes in future.

Eastern State Penitentiary

Welcome to Eastern State Penitentiary, home to Al Capone for a short time. The prison was active from 1829-1971. This is what you were up against if you were thinking of escaping.

I walked around with an audio tour headset.

Like Zoe.

One of the rooms. You were not supposed to climb into this room.

Not that Gareth cared.

Toilet facilities. Watch out for splashback.

The peeps.

Charley on the left. Super-hilarious girl.

I wonder what this room was. Barbershop? Though it wouldn’t be a shop, would it? Barber room? Barber emporium?

And that brings an end to the Penitentiary visit. You can’t stay too long in prisons if you have a choice.

One more mural from Philadelphia to end this entry. They are positively epic.

Geeky stuff: Canon EOS 20D, 24-70 f2.8 lens

Went to Wales on the weekend for a spot of gorge walking & high ropes. I took the Bessa R2M, some APX 100 and some Superia 200/400. Ran out of Tri-X before the trip and didn’t manage to get any on the way. Bah.

‘What is that vehicle in the distance?’ I hear you cry.

A sofa doing 80MPH, that’s what.

We stopped off at motorway services to use the facilities. This is Gareth.

We were delayed by this accident.

Crossing the bridge into Wales

En route to the lodge. Seems to be something in the road here.

Ah, a huge gang of escaped cows. I should have guessed.

We thought they broke out from here, so we decided to usher them back in.

My job was to stand in the middle of the road so they’d keep to one side and run through the gate.

Orderly lines please.

This is becoming a habit.

Ewa being Ewa at the lodge.

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Ewa’s view

We went gorge walking so my camera stayed in the hotel room. This is a shot Ewa made of us messing about in a gorge. I had mud on my face. She couldn’t take part because she broke her collar bone so she walked along the side of the gorge making pics instead.

Next day we did some high ropes. Most of the time I was on the ropes or controlling a rope so again not many pics.

There should be more shots, but it turns out I did not load the roll of superia properly, which was roll two of the three I went through in Wales. Oh well. There were some shots I was looking forward to seeing but I guess the moments were never captured to begin with..