A Vincent Mounier Photography Blog
Heavy Clouds Lifted
November 7, 2012
Need I say more?
Times Square, Wednesday November 7, 2012, 6:30 AM
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Interlude
November 6, 2012
No chaos, no damage, no devastation, no visible sign of trouble. A simple horizon-full of gantry cranes like our friend Frank likes to paint it.
NJ seen from across the New York Harbor
More Post-Sandy Coverage, While I'm at It
November 3, 2012
Not so much has changed*.
Lower Manhattan heads into another dark night, emergency crew lights everywhere
Our mayor has finally cancelled the NYC Marathon that was to be held on Sunday, after being pressured in all directions from all sides - and I have no doubt that some sides were dark and definitely not so clean. I like Bloomberg, he has guts and goes against the flow. His law against oversize soft drinks was sociopolitical poetry, apart from being a self-inflicted ...
In the Aftermath of Hurricane Sandy, a Limited Pixel Essay
November 2, 2012
Marie and I took a walk along the Red Hook waterfront in Brooklyn on the day after impact. Then last night, 48 hours after hurricane force winds and record-high storm surge combined to extreme tides flooded many areas of the New York City boroughs, I went for a late afternoon run across the Brooklyn Bridge and into Manhattan's Financial District, point-and-shoot camera in hand.
Broad and Beaver Streets, Financial District, Manhattan
It was a sobering outing. The entire...
Sandy Be Gone
October 30, 2012
Twenty-four hours after the strongest winds were felt, New York City is in recovery mode, idle, disoriented, licking her wounds. It could have been worse, yet it could have been so much better. Wide-spread power outages and flooding, downed trees, drifting cars, sinking tunnels, skinned buildings, collapsing cranes, casualties, the Media has shown it all, there is nothing I can add.
All transit is still shut down. Lower Manhattan - aka the Financial District - remains ...
A Very Cool Wind Picture
October 29, 2012
As recently downgraded hurricane Sandy, now a tropical storm, still unleashes the strongest gusts so far on our little terrace - the northeast quadrant always being bad news - do yourself a favor and have a look at this very, very cool artsy representation of US wind speeds, live.
Warning, it loads slowly.
Sandy: C'mon Honey, it's not Like it's Armageddon!
October 28, 2012
As New York City, along with two or three entire states, prepares feverishly for the frontal assault of category 1 hurricane Sandy, I am left with a feeling of déjà vu, of sadness and resignation.
Having spent 15 years in the Caribbean and another year in the south Pacific and Southeast Asia, I saw a fifth season added to my calendar. Sure there were spring, summer, fall and winter, but there was also hurricane season. The storms were called typhoons in the south Pacifi...
The Great Hudson Escape - Part II, Fall
October 26, 2012
[This is part 2 of a story which started rising]
Old mountain-climbing habits prevent me from lingering too long at the summit, so despite the modesty of Bull Hill, I started down shortly after reaching the top. My knees never like the descent. I miss the days when I could hop from rock to rock like a mountain goat. I have become a mountain turtle. Slowly but surely.
Katydid
I stopped for a moment to take pictures of an insect which had been on the same rock all aft...
The Great Hudson Escape - Part I, Rise
October 23, 2012
In a daring attempt to tear New England and the Canadian Atlantic Provinces off from the bulk of our North American continent, the Hudson River is born in the New York Harbor at the bottom of Long Island and immediately leaves New Jersey behind, slicing her way due north through a self-named valley and into the Adirondack mountains, in a mad dash towards the Champlain Lake and Saint Lawrence River.
It will not succeed any time soon. Our continent spent millions of years...
Midtown Fever
October 15, 2012
It doesn't always look like that.
At times I know immediately what the goal is and my shutter follows mind and vision. But once in a while, however, I wander aimlessly and if my right index keeps shooting, I can't say that it is upon a direct order from the brain.
Waiting for the impossible to happen
It's as though I've slipped into a vague parallel universe, one where all sights become blurry, fuzzy at best and uncertain. I can no longer trace my steps back to any ...
Brooklyn Atlantic Antic 2012
October 10, 2012
A few Sundays ago, Marie and I ventured into the molasses-thick crowds of the 2012 Atlantic Antic. Living a few blocks away, a walk to the event isn't a very big commitment and we are always attracted by the perspective of interesting food. And often disappointed.
La Mancha having closed, an opportunistic French restaurant has taken its place and was also offering grilled sardines, but with less brio, the poor fish being cooked wrong and not very well scaled.
We work...
Putting a Running Barefoot in One's Mouth
Running was a late discovery. I only embraced it fully in 2005 at age 41. Up until that point, I had managed sporadic endurance attempts in my mid and late thirties, but never went very far, literally.
So when jogging eventually turned into a pleasant routine, I settled for a bi-weekly 10 km distance which proved the most rewarding psychologically, fitted a rather busy schedule and would always let me find energy for an extra session if time allowed. I had tried shorter...