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Two Cities, Two Streets

 

Just about one year ago, we found each other working on our first collaboration, a blog post called Two Cities, Two Bridges. We set a date, a time and place, each in our respective cities and we picked our favorite bridge…you see we kind of have a thing for bridges, we like taking photos of them. The post received a great response, and it wasn’t too long before we thought about working together again. One probably drunken night, we came up with the idea of shooting Canal Street, the same idea behind last years project, but with a different subject matter, since both cities share streets of that name. We decided to choose 5 photos that in a small way represented what Canal Street is all about, both in New York and in New Orleans. We hope you all enjoy our selection, or that at least this post inspires you to come visit our cities.

Soranny-

So here we are again, about a year ago Robert and I found each other thanks to the magic of WordPress, and right away respect and love for each others work developed and of course the desire to work together no matter the distance. Last year we published our first collaboration, Two Cities, Two Bridges, with a great response from everyone, and of course we are back at it again. I love New Orleans, that is no secret, and I love New York, so what better way to express that love by showing off Canal Street! Something that both cities have in common beside that word New in their names. While in New York, Canal is a chaotic commerce center where Chinatown and Little Italy come together. Here in New Orleans Canal is where the French Quarter’s meet the Central Business District (CBD), where old meets new, and life becomes history. You can see how the industrial revolution and the 21st century took over by just crossing the street, leaving narrow streets meant for horses and wagons behind to be replaced by modern architecture and businesses. Colonial houses become straight line glass buildings, but 100 years do not seem that long ago. A lot happens along Canal Street in New Orleans-restaurants, shops, doctors offices and hotels all in one strip, the 9-5 workers give way to the erratic night life that starts where Bourbon meets Canal, in a never ending circle of ‘regular’ vs ‘eccentric’. Definitely Canal is one of the best examples of how New Orleans traditions adapt to the modern world, how we work hard but still know how to have fun, and how this wonderful community remains up to date with the changing world but never leaving behind what makes us New Orleans.

 

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Robert-

First let me say what a thrill it is to be working with Soranny once again. She remains one of my favorite photographers, and I urge you to check out her other posts and her Instagram. She does a wonderful job capturing her love for New Orleans through her camera lens. You really feel the sense of life in her shots. Canal Street in Manhattan is an interesting place. Historically it was built over a poorly considered canal downtown. In time it became the early location of the jewelry trade, before becoming more of the commercial district it is today, full of vendors selling ‘genuine’ Ray Ban sunglasses and Gucci handbags. Canal Street also divides the neighborhoods of Little Italy and Chinatown, which provides a great cross-section of cultures to soak in. Having only 5 photos to choose from, it was impossible to showcase all of my walk on Canal Street. What I did come up with were some of my favorite things I saw that day-old buildings and signs, different cultures and people. That is a cool thing that happens when you explore a street like Canal-everything comes to life-sight, sounds and smells. I enjoyed seeing such a well known street through my camera lens, and I hope you enjoy it too. Here are my choices-

Here’s Robert and a Canal Street sign in New York-

 

And Soranny with a selfie and a Canal Street sign in New Orleans

 

 

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It is always good to have a beer with an old friend.

“A guy and a girl meet at a bar…

Guy: thank you for meeting me up, it’s been so long. I didn’t think you will accept my invite, it’s nice to see your face. I’ve missed you.

Girl: I missed you too, it is kind of weird to be sitting across from you after so much time.

Guy: It actually feels normal to me, like if the last time I saw you was yesterday and we can just continue where we left off.

Girl: I guess I get what you are saying, but the last time we saw each other wasn’t yesterday and we can’t just take on where we left off two years ago.

Guy: So I guess you are just going to jump to it right away, huh?

Girl: It wouldn’t be me if i didn’t, wouldn’t it?

They both share a small but genuine laugh….

Guy: It’s true it wouldn’t. I just wanted to see you, talk to you like we used to do before, drink a beer, talk none sense.

Girl: We could do that if I didn’t know that there is something more to it, a hidden motive for you to reach out to me. Probably something similar to when we first met.

Guy: I don’t need a hidden motive to talk to you!

Girl: You don’t, that is true, but you have one. And knowing you, you probably don’t even know what it is yourself.

Guy: Ha! You think you know me so well, don’t you?

Girl: I don’t actually, people change and it has been two years, but I know the person you were two years ago, would only reach out for me as a way to escape his reality.

Guy: That’s not true, I reached out before and I reach out again today because I care about you and I like knowing that you are ok, I like knowing about your life, talking to you was always good to me.

Girl: I never said you didn’t care, I am sure you did, and still do, but you cared because I gave you a break from your life, from your job, your kids, your wife…

He looks down, as if he was accepting what she was saying was true, there is a few seconds of silence. He starts talking, but she interrupts him

Girl: If you had cared as much as you say you did, we wouldn’t be sitting here talking about it, you wouldn’t be divorce and running from a new relationship, you would have been divorce, but we would be sitting in our living room watching some movie you’ve probably forced me to watch.I would probably still be calling this place home instead of the place I come on vacations.

Guy: I’m sorry I didn’t..

Girl: It’s ok, it is not your fault, I didn’t plan to fall in love with you, I can’t blame you for not noticing it. I knew the rules of the game when I met you, I broke them you didn’t.

Guy: Maybe if you would have told me.

Girl: I didn’t think I had to, I though it was so obvious that I loved you, I though you could see it, haha I was so naive.

He can’t find words, they sit in silence once more.

Girl: In a way I am really thankful to you I must say.

Guy: What do you mean?

Girl: Well thanks to you breaking my heart I’ve grown so much, I live in a different city, I’ve met some new people, I’ve put myself out of my element…. I also know that I am worth much more, that I deserve to love and to be loved by someone who is proud of being with me, someone for whom I am his reality and not an escape from it.

Guy: I never wanted you to feel or think that…

Girl: It’s ok, I know you didn’t. And I don’t hate you… anymore.

They both laugh.

Guy: Thanks again for meeting up with me.

Girl: It is always good to have a drink with an old friend.”

This is my attempt at a short story, it is inspired on my life, although it is not real. I hope you guys like it and can in some level relate to it. It is 3:45 am and I can’t sleep so I though sharing what keeps me awake could help.

Like always all writing and photography is done by me, so if it doesn’t make sense, I speak no english and I can barely hold a camera lol.

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XOXO

Divided Heart 

I’ve missed home, I missed Miami, how it smells, how it feels, there is something different here, maybe is because I am Latina and it feels like being back in my country? Who knows, but there is something different here. 
Of course I also missed my family and friends, they are the biggest reason for me to come back here. I’ve cried of happiness ever since I got back, not in front of them, I won’t give them that pleasure.
But as much as I missed Miami, I can’t wait to go back to Nola, I love it there. I feel free and complete in New Orleans.
 I often think to myself “I wish there was a way to combine the two, like a long bridge that can take back and forward in about half hour” or “I wish I could teleport”, I wonder if I am the only person who thinks these types of things.

It is hard to have your heart in two different places, but it’s great to be able to love them both as much as I love Miami and New Orleans.

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XoXo

Seeking for advice, I think that is an appropriate title for this one

I am very lucky at finding men that are not convenient for me you might say, right now I am confused as if I made the right decision with the last person I felt emotionally connected to, so for lack of friends and because sometimes strangers are more helpful, I am turning to ya’ll for some advice and guidance.

Here is the back story, I was seeing this guy, let’s call him D1, and I liked him so much, I thought we were perfect for each other, the only problem was that he was just getting out of a three years relationship, in which he was mistreated, when we first met and he was, and still is, bitter and could not trust me, that I liked, cared and had real feelings for him. So it got complicated and tiring really soon, me trying to break down his walls and him building them up stronger, so after a few months of trying and having no results I gave up. I understand that I can’t force anyone to like me, and that everyone takes whatever amount of time they need to heal their broken heart, I mean it took me six years to be able to even think about getting close to someone, he has been single for about five months now, so I don’t blame him for being protective of his heart.

I am not over D1 although I haven’t talk to him since I came back from NY, about three weeks ago, but I’ve been trying to move on and not think about him. I’ve been somewhat successful, I even started talking to other people, this guy I’m particular whom I really liked, let’s called him D2 (because his name also starts with a D). He reminds me of R, the first man I ever fell in love with. R was, at the time we met, a married man, and recently divorced when we were together. Anyways, D2 is recently divorced (can you guys see the pattern here, and why I call myself lucky?), so recent he still has all the photos with his ex-wife on Facebook, although they are no longer FB friends.

To make the long story short, if there’s a possible way to do that, we went on our first official date this past Saturday and I realized I liked him, more than I thought I would, to the point that D1 didn’t even cross my mind, I had lots of fun on our date. He is not the type of person to be constantly checking in or what not so I am okay with the fact that he doesn’t text or call often, but I am the type of person that likes that, just so I can feel that when you say you like me it’s true, I guess. Yesterday while I was at work he asked me to call him, I told him I would do it once I got off and that way we could be on the phone for as long as we wanted, he is old school he rather talk than text (that’s another big adjustment because I hate talking on the phone), so once I get off I called him and he didn’t answer, he texted me right back that he was watching a movie with his kids and once it was over he would call me. I waited until eleven pm for the call, which is a long time since I’m old and usually in bed by 9:30, no call or text so I went to bed. I was upset, because why say you are going to do something and then don’t do it? I was so excited for the call that never came; I was sixteen years old again, it is kind of sad.

This morning at six am when I woke up, the first thing I did was write to him that we should stop talking and explained my reason as of why, more of less (I didn’t went in to detail about D1 and R and blah blah blah). The entire morning I was uneasy waiting for him to see the message (yes I was checking for that read notification to pop up like a kid watches the oven while baking cookies), to see what the was going to say back. He finally saw the message at 11:01 am, exactly. I got supper nervous, because he was going to write back and probably make me change my mind, wish I secretly wanted, but he never said anything at. Now I am even more upset that what I was last night, even when I know it was me who said we should no longer talk.

  I don’t know why I feel sad, I mean I barely know the guy. I can’t stop wondering if I made a mistake and if this time could have been different. I don’t longer know how I feel about the whole situation.

Any comments anyone one???

XOXO

Well Hello There Caitlyn

Normally I try not to express my opinions on certain topics, no because I don’t have one, but because I hate getting into arguments that won’t have any actual conclusion, and because I tend to think most people are stupid, so I tend to listen to others and stay quiet, let them ramble about whatever nonsense they believe is right, and then carry on without them knowing if I agree or not.

 But with Caitlyn Jenner taking over the world yesterday I could not stay silent. I don’t personally know her, but I couldn’t be happier for her, that she found who she is after all this time and that she is lucky enough to let the world know. Most people don’t have that opportunity and have to hide who they really are their whole life.

I hurts my soul to see people close to me, who I love, respect and hold to high standards be so closed-minded and full of hate towards something that they probably do not understand, because they have never been in a situation even close to similar to this, they have been who they are their entire life, they know this and they are comfortable with themselves, they have family that have support them through good and bad times, they have accomplished many wonderful things and have many opportunities in life that most people will never have.

You would think this type of people, does that have studied, travel, been in touch with different cultures and people, would be the ones to have an open mind and heart; it is surprising to see that is totally the opposite. Does educated, well read and “rounded” are the ones “hating”, for lack of a better word, on this woman who has finally found herself.

It is easy to assume that she is doing all this for publicity and money, based on the fact that she has been so open with her transition. We have to keep in mind that everyone copes in different ways, a person that has lived all of her life in the public eye, with us watching her every moved, would have a hard time trying to hide something as big as a total sex change, so what better way to deal with it than by doing it in the open and without any reservation? In a way is healthier for her to deal with this as she would deal with every other aspect of her life. It is her way of coping!!!!

If you were not in the public eye and you’ll had to go through a big change in your life, you would probably cope in a different way, probably by only telling your family or friends, by escaping to Paris and doing it all in secret, but you would do it your way, and that’s one of the biggest points here, everyone is different!

If you don’t understand something don’t hate on it, try to understand and learn about it, try and be kind to your human brothers and sisters that are just trying to find their place in the world, just like you probably already found yours. If you don’t want to learn or be associated with what you don’t understand, don’t like or don’t agree with, it is ok too, but don’t go around putting down others simply because your views on the world don’t match, be better than that.

She is not hurting anyone by being who she is, and she is setting a great example for those who struggle to find themselves because they are afraid of what others might think or say. Personally I applaud her, and I wish her nothing but the best in life!

XOXO

What’s your special place?

I know by now ya’ll most be sick and tired of hearing me talk about how much I love  New Orleans, but I am like a kid, I can’t stop talking about what makes me happy. Today as I scrolled down my reader page I found this post The Draw of the Moor , the writer talks about his favorite place back home and how much he loves it there, go read it for details, he ends the post by asking “What’s your special place?”

Canal Street
Canal Street

For some it is hard to understand the concept of a place making you happy or feel at peace. I was one of those before, I used to believe that it was impossible for place to be so special for someone to develop actual feelings of love or happiness just by going and standing there, and then i moved to New Orleans and everything change.

It hit me out of the nowhere, one day while I was walking around the French Quarters with my best friend aka my camera, I love this city!! I am happy here, I feel complete, even when all my friends and family are still back home in Miami, even when I was not born in city or this country, this is home and this is where I belong.

There’s nothing I love the most than walking around the city, people watching and taking photos, I love the people, I love the couture, I love the food, I love the smells (if you are in Bourbon it smells like pee but you grow to like it, or it might just be me).

It is true when they say home is where the heart is, my heart belongs to Nola.

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XOXO

PS:

In the spirit of inspiring others and keep the fun going on, why don’t you too answer the question; What’s your special place?

To her ex-husband new wife…

Today while checking out my FaceBook timeline I came across with this post;

“To My Daughter’s Stepmom,

I never wanted you here. You simply were never part of the plan. Growing up and dreaming of my family I never included you. I didn’t want help from another woman to raise my child. The plan was for my family to include me, daddy and our children, not you. I doubt you ever wanted me in your life. I doubt you planned to mother a child that you didn’t give birth to. I can bet that your plan for your family included you, daddy and your children together, not me or my daughter. I can almost bet that when you dreamed of becoming a mother it would be the day you gave birth and not the day you married your husband. I’m pretty sure you never planned on me being here.

But God has plans that far exceed our own and when my little family dissolved to form two families I knew you would be coming.

In my mind you would be a terrible beast and my daughter would not want you to mother her at all, ever! I was hoping that you would be semi unattractive and prayed my daughter wouldn’t look up to you. Her daddy would know that he was settling for second best. Evil swirled in me because I never wanted to face the fact that another woman would mother my child in my absence.

Then you arrived.

When I first met you I’ll admit you weren’t what I had in mind and a twinge of jealousy shot through my body. You were supposed to be hideous, remember? But you weren’t, you were stunningly beautiful. You were supposed to be a mean old hag, remember? But you weren’t, you were a young, sweet woman.

My plans were foiled.

I realized by the look on your face that meeting me was just as hard as it was for me to meet you. My heart immediately softened. Dang your kind smile! I was planing on really hating you. Why are your ruining my plan?!

I wanted to resent you but you made it impossible and I quickly grew thankful for you.

You’ve accepted our daughter from the very start and have unconditionally loved both her and her daddy, that’s a true gift to all of us. You’ve included our daughter in everything you do and make her feel loved and accepted. You put her relationship with her daddy above yours and only a brave and courageous woman knows how to do that with such grace.

I knew when her daddy and I decided to divorce and live in separate homes there would be times when she would need me, her mommy, and I wouldn’t be there. I’m so thankful that you are there in my absence. I’m grateful that you have mercy on her teen years and never reject her. She needs a mommy at your house and you’ve done an amazing job being that for her.

You’ve respected my position as mom from the very start. I appreciate that you always check with me when you question if you are making the right decision with her. I know our situation is rare. It’s not often that a mom and stepmom text each other to remind each other that they love and respect each other. You are a gift.

Because of you and your courage to mother our daughter the way that you do, she will be a better woman. She will grow up with more love than I could have ever imagined. It wasn’t her choice to have divorced parents and even though I wouldn’t wish that on any child I am so thankful that she now has 4 parents who love and respect her and each other. She’s compassionate because of it and understands that a failure in one area can turn into a blessing in another.

I don’t see you as a fill in for when I’m not there. You are her mother when she’s with you and when she’s with me. She’s excited to call you and tell you her stories when she’s at my house and that makes my heart want to jump from my chest with joy. I fill with pride when you wrap your arms around me and squeeze for a genuine and loving hug each time we see each other.

I am extremely aware of what it looks like when a mother cannot emotionally accept her childs stepmother in their life. Gratefulness pours heavily from me that we are able to rise above anything like that and do what is truly right for our daughter. Thank you for being mature enough and respectful enough to co-parent with me.

I promise to always respect your input for our daughter. I promise to never lessen the position you hold in her life or make you feel like you are not her mother. I promise to raise her to be grateful to have two strong and brave women in her life that have the courage to mother her together. Even though our situation is peaceful I pray that she is never in it, but if she ever finds herself here I promise to set an example for her of what co-parenting should look like.

Precious woman, you are a rare and beautiful gem.

God bless you and I love you.”

and then the stepmom replied:

“Candice, I don’t know what to say. I am not good with words like you are and the way you express yourself. All I can say is I am crying like at the end of The Notebook … you make me feel so special … Thank you for this letter. It made my day and I will keep it close to my heart always. Love you.”

I know I might be super late at reading this wonderful letter, but I rather be late and have opportunity to read this and know that they are people out there that are able to for the greater good of their families get along. As a woman I know that we tend to just not like our ex’s new girl, or our current boyfriend’s ex simply because, we don’t need a reason and we don’t want to explain why, we just don’t like them, but when they are children involve things should be different, because is not longer about us, but about our kids and what is best for them.

in a world where is extremely hard for a single woman my age with no kids to find a single man without children, and without what we now call baby mamas, I look at this and I ask God that if I am ever in this position to give me the strength and the heart to have a relationship like this with whoever is at the other end of it. I tried it once, but it was with the wrong man and the wrong ex and it got taken out of contest. Of course I want to meet someone for whom I am the first and last for all his experiences, but I know that in the world I live that has become hard. So I hope for nothing more than a peaceful relationship, that’s fill with love and communication from all parts.

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XOXO

Sometimes I wonder

Sometimes I wonder if I am in the right place

If I am doing things right

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever find love

If he’ll loved me like he never loved no one before

Sometimes I wonder why I do certain things

Or why I did not do others

Sometimes I wonder if today is the day he’ll come

Or do I have to wait one more

Sometimes I wonder….

Those who fall in love....
Those who fall in love….

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XOXO

Lost and maybe found

I haven’t post in a very long time, you might say I had an inspiration dry or something, the truth is that I was losing myself to someone else again, I seem not to learn don’t I?

I am going to be completely honest with you guys, first because you don’t really know me and even if you judge me, your judgment won’t hurt as much, and second because I don’t have a therapist so y’all have officially been given that stop in my live, so sit down, read and pretend you are really interested in what I have to say.

I am sick and tired of being single, being single gets boring and it is super overrated. So when I find someone who is willing to spend a bit of time with me I end up getting attached to them really fast and eventually scaring them away because although I am ready to be with someone, they are not.  And that’s what happened with the last guy I was talking to, but to be fair and make myself look less crazy, he made it seem like he was into me the same way I was into him.

Now the worst part of all this is not that I got disappointed once more and that I end up realizing that the nice guy I had picture he was, turned out to be a major ass, no, the worst part is that I lost myself once more, I stopped writing, taking pictures, going out on my own to do random shit, like I normally would do, all because I wanted to make this work so bad this one time. So to make the story short, what I am really trying to say is that I am more disappointed by myself than anything else. For letting myself get lost, and for letting someone else’s life become my life. I’m sure I am not the only girl who this has happen to, and I won’t be the last one, neither, but there comes a time when you have to force yourself to grow up and take responsibility for your life and stop living through others eyes.

I hope this serves me as a lesson to never let go of who I am for someone else, and be patient with life and let it run its course, not to force things that are not meant to be and to own my own. I also hope that if any girls read this they know that they are not alone and they aren’t crazy for getting attached to someone or wanting things to work out in a perfect way, this just show that you have a great heart and that you are capable of loving without any hesitation, but that sometimes you have to be aware of yourself and keep in mind that you should always come first.

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XOXO