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Coriolistic Anachronisms,
a Vincent Mounier Photography Blog

Godspeed 'Storbie
November 17, 2014
I will post more about that exceptional cat when I have pieced my heart together. For now, I'll again let Tolkien do the talking, it's so much easier. Marie and I just left our kitty at the Haven, bound for the Undying Lands with the Elves, and we are walking back to the Shire, wherever that might be, our minds heavy and our hearts drowned in infinite sadness. RIP (Rest In Pellets) Don Estorbo de la Bodega Dominicana - You rocked And then it seemed to him that as in hi...
I Did Nothing
November 12, 2014
Thinking back to the Cuban refugees, I have also been pondering our own situation these days and past. Sure, Marie and I have been living our lives for years like Formula One drivers on the Monaco race track, through an urban tangle of chicanes and tight turns, high-speed stretches, blind corners and narrow roads, heel-and-toe shifting, split-second decisions, and much unadulating fate. For better and worse, we have been focused more introspectively than outwards. But can w...
New York City Marathon 2014 - They Ran
November 5, 2014
After commenting rather cynically in my last post about the reasons that make some people run, I thought it would only be fair to document the "other side". So last Sunday I stood on a Fifth Avenue sidewalk for an hour and a half as marathoners flowed through kilometer 35, headed down towards Central Park and the finish line. Some seemed to be enjoying themselves, most looked in pain, a few struggled greatly. It was tough weather for the New York City marathon 2014 edition...
We Run
October 31, 2014
Some run to win, others not to lose. Some run to look, others to be seen. I've seen many run because of looks. They are trying to be winners. I just run, I reckon. It runs in my blood. Running intrepidly by the museum It's odd, I run because I am often too lazy to walk. In the city, that is. Walking in nature is different - a deep, sensuous pleasure. But then again so is running. I run for redemption. My sins - procrastination, workday less-than...
Fall Was Straggling, Summer Had Gone
October 18, 2014
The Zipcar is dirty. Again. Its seats are stained and you sit down uneasily. The windshield reluctantly shows you the world through a slightly foggy film embedded with fingerprints, the ghost of multiple GPS-mount suction bites and nicotine. But behind you is a full load of camera gear and picnic goodies in an open handbag. Thinks could be worse. Google Maps plots and suggests a route taking into account distance, speed limit, tolls, construction, accidents, t...
Personae Non Grata
This is a re-post of a series of stories the first of which was written in 2008. I have revised it and completed it and added some pictures. It will now be part of the new "Little Cayman Chronicles". This will be a nostalgic series. The photos are very old, most taken with a two-megapixel point-and-shoot. Sigh. Back in 2002, or maybe 2003, I had been living in Little Cayman for a few years, having arrived just as the Millennium bug was terrifying civilized...
Hummingbird, the Sequel
September 30, 2014
Marie saw two of them in territorial fights on Saturday, I found one on Sunday, and by the time we were picnicking in the garden on Monday after work, on a strangely dull and almost milky late-afternoon, the hummingbirds appeared to have abandoned New York City in search of healthier southern climates. Ruby-throated hummingbird ...
Running Around Harlem
September 21, 2014
I recently went for a Sunday run around the northern tip of Manhattan. Summer was coming to an end and people were out and about, determined to suck every last bit of marrow out of life. Aiming for a fifteen-kilometer route that took me straight back home, I rode the no. 3 subway a few stations north, to avoid about twenty blocks of nasty street running. I started the run at the top of the Harlem River Driveway and followed it down and northward-bound, crossing over the ...
Hummin' Harlem
September 17, 2014
When I came home last night after running back from work, I rang the buzzer but got no answer. Surprised, I let myself in and found the apartment deserted. Assuming Marie would be on the terrace and torn between a childish desire to surprise her loudly and a more mature impulse to respect peace and harmony, I walked through in silence, our old wooden floors creaking as I advanced, and peeking through the bedroom door I found Marie standing on the terrace camera in hand, st...
Escape from New York - In Motion
This was put together with old test clips shot with the GoPro while going to work or wandering around the city, and some recent footage from our Catskills drive. The NYC clips are anachronistic and the technique is shaky. I'm trying to get used to both the GoPro and the 6D and 7D. Surprisingly for its size, the GoPro is sharper, and I have not even touched 4K. Pardon the amateurish result, one must start somewhere... Once in the Catskills, the stream's current was relative...
Escape from New York - Panorama of the Pool
September 5, 2014
// Following the stills I posted this week of our same-day run to the Catskills, here is a full spherical panorama of our secret spot. Somewhere in the Catskills As always, click on the full screen icon at the top right of the pano, and then zoom in and out with the mouse wheel, and pan manually in all directions by click-and-dragging the scene....
Escape From New York City
September 2, 2014
There are no easy options when it comes to escaping the Big Apple and its madly turbulent crowds. I like to imagine the city as surrounded at all times by a series of concentric circles, or bubbles, characterized by a slowly decreasing level of overpopulation. The inner bubble is centered on Manhattan and within it, no hope subsists. There will be a mob no matter where one goes. The second bubble typically includes the five boroughs and while there are hotspots, it is u...