One of those Sundays, you know, the ones you spend with family, and this time friends. Feels like I don’t do much anymore but work and spend time with blood. I’m not complaining though, I’ve missed out on a lot these past couple years. I feel like we finally get to be “us” again…naturally.
My brother Kiki has always been about speed, and in my head (and on my phone’s contact list) he’s known as speed demon. Whenever my sister Julissa sees that he’s taking one of his bikes out for a spin, she already has her snapchat open and a helmet on. Lokita.
This time my pops joined in and took a quick spin up and down the block as well….in chankletas!We all didn’t really feel like hanging out in the backyard today, so we decided to go a little bigger… the neighborhood’s backyard. Let me explain. There’s a point at the end of our neighborhood, that is solitude, with a beautiful view of the water, the Whitestone bridge and all the planes headed towards La Guardia on their way to land home safely.
I used to come here all the time when I was a kid, or should I say teenager. Every time I felt like I had no one to talk to, I would walk or take my bike and just ride. Sit upon the rocks and just think.Spending time with loved ones, that’s everything. Kiki got on his motorcycle with Jula holding on tight, Gio and friends drove, while I, for old times sake, grabbed a bike and pedaled my way over there, feeling the breeze hit my face.
Even though so many know about this point, to me it has always felt like my own little secret.We all sat and joked around. Luckily I, at least I think so, got a chance to sneak in some shots. You know me, carrying a camera everywhere that I go. That sky was looking great man. I’ve also been using my 50mm portraits lens and I’m trying so hard to get used to it. Not because it’s difficult, but because it challenges me to move around instead of being lazy and just zooming in. When I was finally getting into it, I noticed my battery was dying…womp womp. So I limited the usage of my camera until deemed necessary. Seemed to worked out just fine.
Fernando came to join us a bit later on to the night, and if you know Fernando, you know that means he didn’t come alone. His loyal girlfriend hookah, came to join in on the fun. And that we did, a few smokes and a beautiful view. What a night.