Photo of the Day: Rainy Day (Bethlehem Roberson).

Hey everyone, sorry I’m late with today’s post…this weekend was pretty stressful and I didn’t have time (or the energy, quite frankly) to schedule posts for the upcoming week.  So we’ll see how things go.

At any rate, I wanted to share with you this black and white image of a local singer, Bethlehem Roberson, that I took while she was rehearsing one of her songs for last week’s Open Mic.  This image is quickly becoming one of my favorites.  I hope you enjoy it as much I as do.  The rest of the photo set appears here.

Taken August 3, 2011 in Philadelphia, PA

Photo of the Day: Swingin’ (no, not that kind, either).

Taken April 2, 2011 in Philadelphia, PA (click thru to full-sized image)

While in Vernon Park this past weekend, I came across these two boys.  One was riding a bike, and the other rode up on his scooter-thingy.  They went right over to the swings and jumped on…of course, I thought, photo time!  

At first they were suspicious of me and my camera, but after a while, they loosened up and smiled for me.  It was really nice because they got a little rhythm going as well, almost like they intuitively knew what I was trying to accomplish.

Ah, the innocence of childhood.  How quickly that innocence is lost…

In other news, I’m also pleased to announce a new addition to the photo blog entitled Portraits of Philadelphia.  Every month at the end of each month, I’ll post (or repost) some of my favorite candid/street portraits of Philadelphia’s finest.  Portraits for the month of March are already up, so go check it out and tell me what you think.

Oh, and one more thing, if you haven’t checked out the PWTP Facebook Fan Page, go do so and “like it” while you’re at it. A big thank you goes to all my peeps who have checked it out and become Fans.  I really, really appreciate your support.

Okay, I think that’s all.  Bye for now!

Photo of the Day: He Ran Out of Chalk (At 3).

Determined to shake off the isolation and decay-induced blues from last week’s photowalk, I was pleased to have a chance to go outdoors, take some new photos, interact with Philadelphia’s finest, and enjoy the crisp spring air and bright sunshine.

I came across some men and young girls in Vernon Park, and the man was having a bit of trouble sketching a hopscotch grid on the sidewalk. Seeing this as an opportunity to take a few candid shots, I walked him through the process of drawing the boxes with the numbers.  He seemed pretty adamant about doing it right, so I tried to be very patient with him.

Well, after he finished writing the number three on the ground, he announced that he ran out of sidewalk chalk

LOL!!!

So at the point, there was really no need for me to stay. Someone else walked up, and they began a pretty animated conversation about who was going to get the chalk. Since that wasn’t going to be me, I left.  

But when I came back around a little while later, the group was gone.  But guess what? I guess he found some chalk and finished the grid!  I would have gotten my hopscotch on, but alas, my ankle just wasn’t cooperating. 

The only question I had from that encounter was this: When did men start involving themselves in childhood girly games like hopscotch?  Did I miss something??

Visit my Facebook Fan page to check out more of my hopscotch photos and tell me if you played hopscotch as a kid.

The Way I See It Today: 10 Things My Mama Never Explained (or Failed to Explain) to Me About Men (Part One).

I’ve been thinking a lot about men, and sex, and relationships over the past few months, for a variety of reasons. One because I have a number of female friends – very smart and accomplished women – who really seem to not have a clue about men AT ALL, who have said stuff about men and relationships that has left me completely confounded and confused.

And rather than give them advice, I’ve learned to say nothing and let my friends go through their drama and experience the good, bad and ugly on their own, like I had to.

This, in turn, has gotten me to thinking….I’ve realized is that a lot of the most helpful and useful stuff that I learned about men came from men themselves and my direct experiences with them. No big surprise there. But the funny thing is, a lot of what I learned about men directly contradicts everything I learned, first from my mother and older female relatives, and my female friends. And I’ve realized that a lot of my female friends are in the same boat, but the difference is, a lot of them just aren’t interested in hearing the unadulterated truth from guys. It’s almost like women are saying that what guys think about all things guys doesn’t matter. And that’s pretty effed up if you ask me.

Wow. Talk about the blind leading the blind. No wonder things are all messed up and why men are increasingly going ghost, you know, going off and playing video games down in the basement, or surfing for Internet porn and waiting for the day when sexbots are sold at Wal-Mart.

So I’ve decided to devote a few blog posts to the task of demystifying men, based on everything I’ve seen and heard and experienced directly from men themselves. I present, in no particular order, the things I’ve learned from men, from being with men, about men, and most of this stuff is what my Mama either forgot to tell me, never bothered to tell me when I was younger, or taught me that directly contradicted what men are really like.

I had to learn the hard way, of course. Thanks, Mama for leaving me in the dark all these years. Luckily I had the common sense to get a flashlight after bumping into shit in the dark. My shins took a real bad beating.

Here we go……

1. Men like having sex.

 

Lots and lots of sex. I’m talking like 2-5 or 10 or 20 times a day. Any kind of sex they can get. If that offends you, then, I don’t know what to tell you. And from what I hear, if you don’t oblige them, there are women who will oblige them. See #5 and #8. They tell me that access to these women is either one text message, phone call, tweet, Facebook message or telegram away. Some of these women even respond to messages by pigeon carrier. Some of these women are mind readers and somehow know that men want them even before the men themselves know. Fancy that.

2. Men think about sex and talk about sex.

 

All the time. Sometimes even when they’re sleep or thinking about other things, like work, or breathing, or eating. It’s the only time they can think about other things, is when they’re thinking about sex. They will find a way to talk about sex when the conversation has nothing whatsoever to do with sex.

3. Men like to look at women, touch women, smell women, taste women. All the time.

 

Men like us dressed, undressed, tied up, bound, in various states of just being, aroused, breathing, oily, wet, it doesn’t matter. So don’t get offended if your man looks at other women, even after having a great night of sex with you. Or if he looks at porn. He can’t help himself. Now the thing I learned from men is that men will look at the type of porn that turns them on (duh) and that type of porn should be a graphic representation of the woman they are with. Now if you find that he likes and collects Asian midget porn and you’re NOT midget and you‘re NOT Asian, then you have a problem. Maybe it’s time to have a sit-down with him and let him tell you that he’s really not into you. Perhaps he’s into Asian midgets and his family has a problem with it. Don’t judge him.

4. Despite wanting to experience women with their senses, men do not like listening to women talk (if it has nothing to do with sex).

Something about our voices in non-sex mode make them think that we’re nagging all the time, even when we’re not. To get around this, they fantasize about putting something in our mouths to shut us up and keep us occupied. If I have to explain further what I mean, then you have been hiding under a rock on another planet in another dimension, way too long. If you do know what I mean, and you don’t like it, well, I don’t know what to tell you. Refer to #1 if you don’t like it.

5. Men like when women are available to them sexually.

 

When they tell you they like coming home to you wearing nothing but your high heels and an apron, they mean it. They don’t like women who are supposed to be their one and only making excuses about sex and not giving them sex. See # 1 and #4. Also, a man does not like a woman who is available to everyone else but him. Something about the idea of a chaste woman or something like that turns them on. I know, it doesn’t make sense, and it sounds backwards, but that’s how men are wired. If you don’t like it, well, I don’t know what to tell you.

6. Men love being around and associating with pretty women.

 

Especially pretty women with pretty faces and beautiful smiles. Men enjoy kissing women with beautiful faces and pretty smiles. They will do whatever it takes to have the attention of a pretty woman with a pretty face. If you have a pretty face, then you know what I mean. If you have a pretty face but scowl and sneer all the time, men are gonna ask you why you’re not smiling. Why? Because they’re trying to visualize your love faces, and don’t want their fantasy marred by a funky scowl. So stop sneering and scowling for God’s sake. If not for them, do it for the rest of us. If you don’t have a comely face, well, hopefully you can relate to #7. If you don’t fit either, well, I don’t know what to tell you.

7. Men love sex with women with hot bodies.

 

Women’s body parts make men want to have sex. And what I’ve learned is that what’s hot to one man may not appeal to another. However, most men find a small waist sexy. White guys like small everything, and many men of color love a small waist and a big ol ass. Some guys like big boobs. Some guys like all that with pretty feet and hands. Some men like big legs. So if you’re not sure, it’s best to ask, or look through his porn stash. Also, refer to #1 and #2 and #3.

8. Men will have sex with a woman with a hot body and a not-so-nice face if the opportunity arises.

 

But if he doesn’t kiss or look at you during sex, understand that maybe he doesn’t think your face is too cute to look at. If he’s always saying lemme get it from the back, chances are, he doesn’t think you have a cute face. Don’t take it personal. But don’t expect him to wife you, either just because you have a hot body and he likes to have sex with you. Think of yourself as a jump-off and be comfortable with that. If you don’t like what I’m saying, then take that up with the 3am booty call guy. Ask him. Just don‘t ask him after he hits it. He may tell you anything just to get you to shut up.

9. If a man can get a woman with a pretty face and a hot body, then he will think of himself as King of the World.

And so will his friends. And if he could make a tradeoff, he will take the pretty face over a hot hot body, because somehow men know that hot bodies only have a certain shelf life and that a pretty face, a truly pretty face, will last for a long time. Nothing about an ugly face makes a man want to settle down with the owner of said ugly face. So chances are, if you haven’t settled down with a guy, ever, and I mean this seriously….take a long, honest look in the mirror and think about what he sees when he looks at you. What you see and learn may surprise you.So, if you’re a woman with a hot body and a not so pretty face, you need to work on other skills, like cooking, cleaning, being a good listener, etc. And refer to #4. Oh. And even if you are a woman with a hot body and pretty face, you should be working on other skills, like cooking, cleaning, being a good listener, getting along with his relatives, etc.

Being a hot woman with a bitchy attitude can only take you so far.

10. Men don’t care for women who go on and on about how smart we are, how much money we make, and how many degrees we got.

 

Please refer to #4 if you find yourself going on and on about where you went to school and the fact that you have 8 master’s degrees and 2 doctorates and you make $200 million dollars after taxes. He doesn’t care about it, nor does he want to hear you yapping about it all the time. He’s even sensitive to the mere inference.Now he wants a woman who is well-read, can carry on a conversation about a host of issues, and laugh at his jokes. But what he doesn’t want is a woman who he perceives is competing with him for top dawg designation. From what I understand, he wants to feel like he’s the top dawg. If you don’t like this, I don’t know what to tell you.

So I can go on and on with this list, and maybe I’ll do a follow-up installment at some point in the near future about other things I’ve learned about men that my Mama forgot or didn’t care to tell me.

But I will leave you with this, ladies. Men are men, and they aren’t gonna change for us anytime soon, so it doesn’t help to bitch, moan, complain and gripe about the way men are. I’ve listened to a lot of complaints from women about men over the years, and I know I’ve engaged in some pretty intense bitchfests of my own. But no matter how much we bitch and moan, men are not gonna change. And there’s nothing you or I can do about it, except roll with it.

So, I’ve learned, as a woman, that it’s important to stay in my lane. I know that I have certain things going for me that I can play up for men, and there are certain not so good things about myself that I try to downplay so that the special man in my life won‘t see those not so good things as deal breakers. I don’t hate on men because of these things, I just accept them. It make life so much easier that way.

And ladies….the more time you spend bitching about how much you don’t need a man tells me and everyone else in the known universe that you really do want a man, deep down inside. I see it, and so do guys. So stop doing it.

That is all.

 Question for the ladies: What are some of the things that your Mama told you about men that turned out to be completely wrong?

          

Question for the men: What are some of the things you found that women learned from their mothers or friends that have been problematic for you? Is there anything on my list that is completely off-base?        

        

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Photo: In My ‘Hood (She’s So Tired)

After I left the library yesterday, I decided to take a walk to Extra, the other supermarket  in my neighborhood to do some grocery shopping. 

On the way, I noticed this older lady snoozing on one of the benches in the public square near the MLK Plaza Shopping Center, where the supermarket is located.

After I took the photo and walked away, an older man called out to her, several times, because she really did doze off….the man asked her if she knew that someone was looking for her. She never noticed that I photographed her, but I’m not sure if the man did.  He didn’t say anything…I wonder if someone was looking for her because that person was concerned about her well-being, or because that person needed or wanted something.

At any rate, while I spent some time editing the photo this morning, I got to thinking about all the older women who are forgotten, neglected, tired, worn out.  They care for us, they give us the best years of their lives, and what do they get in return? 

I bet she used to have a full head of hair when she was young, but that’s lost.  Her skin is worn.  She rests because that’s all she ever wanted.  Rest. 

It may seem silly to a GenXer like me that a woman would just doze off on a park bench…but when I really begin to think about it, is it?

What’s silly is how we treat older people, like they don’t have anything to offer, like they’re a nuisance or an inconvenience. 

I guess it’s the times we live in.

[UPDATE, May 13, 2011:  This image, hands down, is one of my favorites... it may not be one of my most technically sound images, but to me, it conveys a depth of emotion and feeling that goes beyond technical merit.  Sometimes when I'm out shooting, and I come across scenes like this, they make me pause and wonder, why am I the only one seeing this?  It almost seems like I'm the only one on the street when stuff like this goes down, and I'm almost compelled to capture what I see because if I was forced to try to verbally describe what I saw, I'd be at a profound loss for words.  At any rate, I will go on record here and say that if this photography thing goes anywhere, and no one bothers to see the beauty in this image, it is a sad commentary indeed.  Why? Because for me, this image, singlehandedly changed my approach to street photography.  That's why.]

Photo: In My ‘Hood (They Bike Down MLK Drive)

 

©2010 Mom of Three Photography, all rights reserved

I took this photo yesterday as I was leaving the library to walk home.

Only in the ‘hood will a group of young men on bikes ride down a major thoroughfare against traffic.

Oh well.

Photo: Out My Window (Teenage Bluster) 10/1/2010

  

(c) 2010 Mom of Three Photography, all rights reserved

 

The girls in the window were ooo-ing and ahh-ing at the boys.  The boys were talking ish to the girls.  And then after I captured the shot, the boys started fighting, rolling around on the sidewalk, and carrying on like one was trying to take the other’s head off.  At first it seemed harmless, and then it looked like it got serious.  And the girls screamed for them to stop. 

Teenage bluster.  The more things change, the more they stay the same. 

(Notice the shoe on the fire escape in the upper right hand corner.  It’s still there.)

The Way I See It Today: TIME’S UP (or, This GenXer Believes You Can Be Too Young, and You Can Be Too Damn Old)!!!!

Kenyan President Mwai Kibaki on the South Lawn...

Image via Wikipedia

 

So I’m on Facebook, perusing my stream and I come across this post from Time magazine:  The Top 10 Old Leaders?!?!? 

WTF?!!? 

So I decided to take a peek, to satisfy my curiosity.  

Here’s the list. 

  • Silvio Berlusconi – age 74.  Length of time in power:  8 years.
  • Than Shwe – age 77.  Length of time in power:  18 years.
  • Manmohan Singh  – age 78.  Length of time in power:  6 years.
  • Mwai Kibaki – age 78.  Length of time in power:  7 years.
  • Raul Castro – age 79.  Length of time in power:  4 years (only because his brother, Fidel, wasn’t fit to run for re-election…so from where I sit, 4 years is that plus Fidel’s tenure of what, forever?).
  • Hosni Mubarak – age 82. Length of time in power:  28 years.
  • Abdoulaye Wade – age 84.  Length of time in power:  10 years.
  • Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor – age 84.  Length of time in power:  58 years.
  • Robert Mugabe – age 86.  Length of time in power:  30 years.
  • Abdullah bin Abd al-Aziz al-Saud - age 86.  Length of time in power:  5 years.
  • Let’s look at the raw numbers.  First, the average age is 80.8 years.  I’ve posted the individual ages above.  The “youngest” leader is 74 and the “oldest” of the old leaders is 86.  Wow.  

    The average length of time spent in their present position is approximately 17.4 years. Obviously you have a wide distribution here, from 4 years (Castro) to 58 (Queen Elizabeth). 

    Okay.  I don’t know about you, but I don’t see anything here that makes me want to jump up and down and do a dance of joy.  Given the state of world affairs these days, I wonder how much of this is attributed to a generation that stubbornly refuses to let go of the reins of power.  

    From where I sit, these folks are holding on…. until the day we have to pry the reins out of their cold, lifeless clutches. 

    Not what I had in mind when I went to college, slogged my way through graduate school, worked and worked and worked, did everything right like I was expected to, and I have nothing to show for it.  

    Pretty sobering reality, until I had a chance to read this list.  

    It’s pretty good work if you can get it.  

    Gen Xers, if you want to be a leader, you’re gonna have to go out and make opportunities for yourself.  What I realized is that no one is going to just “move out of the way” and give you a chance.  

    Now don’t get me wrong. I don’t have anything against the elderly, my elders, those who have lived long and productive lives, working hard and contributing to their spheres of influence.  But how can you guarantee some sense of continuity, the passing of the torch, as you will, if these folks insist on staying in charge until they’re 120 years old?  

    As I’ve seen personally in my career, rarely is there a formal succession plan in place to facilitate the orderly transfer of power from one generation to another.  It’s almost like it’s supposed to magically happen.  

    But as we all know, it doesn’t magically handed.  The newly installed leader usually gets handed a 5 pound bag of shit in a half-pound bag.  It’s almost like he/she is getting set up to fail.  

    And then the finger-pointing and blaming ensue:  “He’s too young, too inexperienced, too this, too that.” And that usually is the end of that person’s career.  And what follows?  They’ll go and find some 95-year-old geezer to run the company into the ground. 

    I don’t know what to make of this foolishness anymore. 

    Photo Set: Walking from Grove Street to the Jersey City Waterfront, September 26, 2010

    So after I left Starbucks last night, I walked over to the Jersey City waterfront to clear my head and put my night photography skills to the test.  Tell me what you think.

     I love street lights.

    The Death of Relating, Or Why People Won’t Stay in Their Lane Anymore

    Totem pole

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    So I went on a Twitter rant earlier today because I reached a breaking point: I’m tired of people telling other people what they have to do when it comes to their relationship choices. 

    Effin tired is an understatement…I really am ready to take a baseball bat to the next person who complains like this, and piss in the pools of all you people who think it’s okay to tell women what to do and what they need to resign themselves to accept in life. 

    So you’re a beautiful, ambitious woman who has invested a number of years on her career. Now that she’s over 40, you wanna judge her based on limited information? Because you’ve concluded that she needs to get with the program?  It’s her fault that she can’t get a man who will be honest with her? It’s her fault that men juice themselves up, claiming to do and be more than what they really are, a bunch of lazy ass loser types who, despite their perennial loser status, feel that because a woman is over 40, she should be happy with that?  Eff that! 

    My short answer: hell to the naw! And shame on you for suggesting, no, demanding otherwise! 

    No one likes to be lied to. No one likes to be led down a dark and winding path to nowhere. And some men will cling to lies like poison ivy on a house, sucking the life out of a woman, just because he really has convinced himself that he’s more of a catch that what he really is. 

    Stay in your f*cking lane. 

    And this applies to women, as well. I’m not discriminating here. All you chickenhead clucking bottom feeders who think that men will put up with your drama and bullsh*t because you’re such a catch? Yeah, right.  Time has a funny way of leveling things out. 

    Why don’t you go and find someone just like you and smack each other in the street, create a scene, get it out your system and go home and get it over with? Geez! 

    It used to be that people knew and understood their limitations, their boundaries and stayed in their respective lanes. If you were short, you knew that you needed to get someone shorter. If you were fat, you were either faced with two choices to get a mate: you lost weight, or you found another fat person and kept it moving. At least you had something in common: the buffet line. Ugly people knew to get together; goofy people, likewise. 

    But nowadays? There is a disturbance in the force that is pervasive and quite troubling. People lower on the evolutionary totem pole feel that they are entitled to the selection on the expensive menu. And damn you, you beautiful, smart, educated, ambitious person, for rejecting a bottom feeder. You must change your standards, and be happy with me and my crooked-tooth, no job, no-life having ass! Because no one else will want you…you should be grateful that I have come to save you from a life of lonely misery. 

    Well, I don’t know about you, but I’d rather be alone and miserable than to be constantly reminded that someone is doing me a favor.
    I don’t know about you, but all of these people are missing out on true happiness when they’ve allowed their self-delusion to convince themselves to put themselves out there like that in the first place. 

    I’m not an ugly woman, by no means. But I’m also very realistic about *myself* and I wouldn’t lay a guilt trip on a man in order to be in a relationship.I wouldn’t lie to him because I have it in my twisted little mind that he needs me.  

     See, the word relationship has at its root the word “relate.” How can you relate to someone if the premise of your relationship is based on two lies: one, that one person had to misrepresent him/herself to another, and two, that the other person accepted the lies out of guilt? I don’t know about you, but there’s no relating going on in that instance. There is, however, a whole lot of delusion. And confusion.  And neither does a relationship make. 

    This is how people get hurt. And that’s one of the principal reasons why there are so many hurt people walking around, ready to stick it to the next person, the same way it was stuck to them.  And the ones who aren’t hell bent on revenge are just scared out of their wits.  And the ones who are left?  They’re just waiting for the next best thing. I’m here to tell you. There is no next best thing.  It’s as good as its gonna get.  And the sooner we realize that, the better off we are.  

    We average people need to understand that we live in a hierarchy.  To honestly believe that this hierarchy is that fluid is to honestly believe that I have a bridge to Brooklyn for sale.  Because the house lights will come on at some point, and the truth will come out.  And no one likes to be lied to.  

     I’m just sayin’. The madness has got to stop. Everyone is *not* a star; everyone is not that smart; everyone is not that beautiful or handsome; but there is someone for everyone. And if we all were a little bit more practical, more realistic about ourselves, more comfortable with our flaws, and saw the truth about ourselves, instead of asking someone else to buy into our twisted sense of the truth, maybe the world would be a better place, and maybe people wouldn’t be so afraid of putting themselves out there. 

    I’m just sayin’. 

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