I had to make a trip down to Philadelphia for my orientation to the Phillies Phantasy Camp I’ll be attending this January. I decided to go down early, get a roast pork at DiNic’s, resist the urge to fill up my closet with more Phillies gear at Mitchell & Ness, and walk around the alleys and tiny side streets around Spruce, Pine and Lombard Streets. These little slices of colonial America are breathtaking. Add in the freshly fallen yellow leaves blanketing the cobblestone pathways… stunning.
When I arrived at Citizens Bank Park at dusk, the overcast conditions, along with the emptiness of the stadium was so beautifully unsettling.
Without a doubt, the annual New York City Marathon is easily one of the best moments of the year. Every single year, I cannot believe how much joy I get in watching people just run, jog, walk, and wheel. The countless groups of spectators looking for friends and loved ones participating in the race is the best part of the whole experience. The crowd around them gets in to it, helping them spot their tired and sweaty pavement pounder. When they do see them? Pure emotional bliss.
Last year, a good friend of ours ran it and we were able to spot him in the sea of runners. He ran over and flashed the widest of grins and gave the bear-iest of bear hugs. What an absolutely incredible feeling. I was able to snap some great shots of him that day.
People from all over the world come together, huddle up to a metal barrier and join together for one brief moment of inspiration. It’s such a perfect New York moment.