When I Grow up Asbury Park

// I’m that little boy//

I think the child from this mornings dream was actually me.

I had a dream that a sweet, precocious little boy was my son. I was very happy in that moment of this vivid dream. It felt quite nearly like it could almost be perfect.

I felt instincts to protect, love and teach this child. This felt good.

Waking from the dream, because the pressure on my bladder had reached a critical point, I stumbled to the bathroom to relieve myself. I hurried to bed, willing myself back to sleep so that I could return to the little boy in the dream. I wanted to make sure he was okay.

After that I went on with my day feeling like there was something missing.

02 / 05
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Omar Vega

I might have just foolishly spent money on entering an art competition the focus of which is SELF.

26 / 04
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Still dancing.

Still dancing.

26 / 04
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Dancing in the street, East Village.

Dancing in the street, East Village.

26 / 04
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There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

19 / 04
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My obsession with the abandoned Salvation Army Retirement Center continues. I really need to carry my real camera around with me more though.

My obsession with the abandoned Salvation Army Retirement Center continues.

I really need to carry my real camera around with me more though.

19 / 04
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Another view of the tattoo.

Another view of the tattoo.

14 / 04
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New tattoo.

New tattoo.

14 / 04
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Cindy Sherman exhibit at MOMA + New Tattoo = This photo

Cindy Sherman exhibit at MOMA + New Tattoo = This photo

14 / 04
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A few of the sites from the Easter parade on the boardwalk. Categories included Children, Families, and Bonnets.

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08 / 04
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This is the abandoned Salvation Army Retirement Center that is up the street from me — my latest obsession. Breanna and I tried breaking in today, well, really Breanna did while I took photos.

This is the abandoned Salvation Army Retirement Center that is up the street from me — my latest obsession. Breanna and I tried breaking in today, well, really Breanna did while I took photos.

08 / 04
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Paramount (effect of fog) - black and white

Paramount (effect of fog) - black and white

22 / 03
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Paramount (effect of fog) - color

Paramount (effect of fog) - color

22 / 03
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Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.
Walt Whitman
22 / 03
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Looking through photos from last year. Trying to find inspiration.

Looking through photos from last year. Trying to find inspiration.

21 / 03
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Photographic excercises for self-improvement