Sunday Morning

Didn't really get to sleep last night, so Conor and I went to Starbucks at around 8 am. And then it was off to church for me.


A man entertaining/being entertained by his baby.


Johnny with his guitar.


My mom, Kyung, left, listening to the pastor's wife, surrounded by the church.

Woo Assignment

I had the honor of joining Stuart on an exciting thrill ride of an adventure. We went to a little league game in Henry Hudson Memorial Park where the Riverdale team got whipped. It wasn't the greatest assignment but I got to see Stuart in action for the first time as well as continuing to brush up on my photography.


The man, the legend, Stuart Peterson.


The Riverdale coach, pitcher, and catcher deliberate during their crushing game. I tried to get a bigger kid on the opposing team in on the photo, as if he's a bully. I don't know if it worked.

What time is it?

Mostly, people suck. The other night, a drunk man was at a deli while crying about wanting to see his son. He was also, of course, yelling at me with all the required projectile saliva. The deli cashier told the drunk man not to curse in front of young kids like us (Mark and I). Ah, the benefits of looking like a 14 year old. Before all of this, on the way to the deli, someone drove by saying, "Fucking asians." Conor jokes that maybe the man was saying "I love fucking asians" and I just didn't catch the first part.

Anyhow, Conor likes to wake up at 5 am to torture himself (he calls it working out). So, in an effort to un-rust myself, I photographed him.







Afterwards, I got a bagel at Bagel Corner, then a large iced coffee (no sugar) at Starbucks, where I got to meet Jonathan.



Apparently he skates, shoots photo and video, but wishes he'd get more into photography. Cool guy, not grouchy at 6:30 in the morning. See, not everyone's an asshole.