MoMA and Family BBQ

On my Father’s Day Weekend visit to NYC I finally got to see some MoMA exhibits I’d wanted to see for months. First off was a Picasso exhibit called “Variations”. Ever since my parents took me to the Dali Museum in St Petersburg, FL six years ago, I’ve been very interested in painters – especially artists from the 1930s-1950s and the surrealist and associated movements. Also, as a person of Spanish heritage, I’ve had a special interest in artists from the region. So I was very excited to see this Picasso exhibit.

When I first walked into the exhibition space, I was initially disappointed to read that this exhibit was focusing not on his paintings, but rather his pencil and printmaking works. After going through the exhibit I was very happy to have seen this side of his art that I had never experienced before. A good part of one room was dedicated to his series featuring a minotaur representing lust and the id side of sexuality.

Picasso's Minotaur Bacchanal
My favorite photo from the series. I just love the playful style and the audacity of the image.

I found this series to be both playful (because of the art style) and highly symbolic. Unlike the extreme abstract art we sometimes see with post-modern art, Picasso’s symbols were clear. Before I read the caption explaining the series, it was quite obvious to me that the minotaur represented unrestrained sexuality. I enjoyed being able to understand the art pieces without having to first read about what the heck it was I was looking at.

One of the most interesting aspects of this exhibit is that it showcased most of Picasso’s least surreal/cubist/etc artwork. It was often pretty obvious what it was you were looking at. The following sentiment will probably reveal my boorishness when it comes to art, but frankly anyone can create cubist art. It seems to simply require forgetting everything you know about 3D and putting the back and front of an object on display at the same time. Kids often do this when they’re learning how to draw. (this is not to take away from the skill required to properly paint it) But to see this artwork showed that Picasso was a master artist. His drawings reveal that he could draw and paint normally if he wanted to. That is, of course, how I define art – knowing the rules before you break them. So, a kid scribbling on paper is not art. But an artist scribbling on a canvas with a purpose will have the same result as a kid, but it is art. So to know that Picasso was not drawing weird simply because he didn’t know how to properly draw a face made me see him as an even greater artist.

On display were also a bunch of portrait drawings of each of his mistresses. Apparently each woman with whom he became involved sexually also became one of his muses. He made dozens of sketches of each of these women and they also appear in other works of art where they are not the only focus or maybe even not the primary focus. As I observed these, my mind wandered from the art to real life. What would it be like for his wife to have him not only involved with all these women, but sketching them and incorporating them into his art. Would she feel sad that she could not provide him all the inspiration he needed? Did she feel it was so brazen for him to create art from his mistresses?

And what of these other women. When they could no longer provide him with inspiration and he tossed them aside for another, did they feel spurned? Did they feel used as they became part of his art and he earned money from their likenesses? I also wondered how they felt about his portraits. While some of the portraits were drawn in the traditional manner, many of them are cubist or surreal. I know, from the captions at the museum, that at least one of these women was a surrealist artist. She would have appreciated the distortion in his work, but what of the others? Did they find it weird or grotesque to be depicted in this manner?

Above I mentioned the playfulness on display in some of the art from this exhibit. Another series which exemplified that spirit of play (but which I did not photograph) was a series of drawings of a bull. This series is Picasso playing a reductionist game to see how basic he can make a bull with us still recognizing it as a bull. Each successive work has less and less detail. (by analogy, the end result is similar to a stick figure as representative of a person) This is playful on an intellectual level and it tickled my brain to see it. But what I found extra funny was that amongst the details Picasso deemed essential to know it was a bull (horns, almond head, large body) were large testicles and a penis.

As I ascended the stairs to my final destination on the sixth floor, I stopped to see a photographic exhibit consisting entirely of female photographers. The first impression I got while walking around the exhibit was that there appeared to be no inherent difference between having a male or female behind the lens. In other words, there was nothing on the surface that screamed out, “This was taken by a woman!” On closer inspection I found a few threads that ran through the exhibit, but, at least in the way this exhibit was curated, they were only the faintest of threads. One such thread was an examination of the female condition — using the photograph to show others what it means to be a woman. Often this was very subtle, although there was one piece by an artist featuring a series of self-portraits that appeared to document her life in an abusive relationship. The images were brutal without being overly graphic and it made me hope that it was staged and not photodocumentary.
Another thread, again, very faint as it only encompassed a few of the photographs on display, was that of motherhood. The piece that stood out to me here was a series of portraits of the photographer’s daughter — one per year (only a subset of these were on display). Each was taken on a chair by a window. It was interesting to see the expression on the face go from childlike happiness to “ugh, I have to do this again!” to appreciation of the effort as she grew. The most profound was the last photograph chosen for this exhibit in which the daughter is now pregnant — presumably with a daughter of her own.

As expected, there were far fewer images of the female form than in a male photographic exhibit. Although there have been exceptions, throughout photographic history most images of the female form have been by male photographers. (As was the case with painting) Nor were there many images of the male form — it appears to be more off limits — perhaps exposing an undercurrent of sexism in the art world? In my surveys of photographic history and in what I’ve seen of paintings in museums, males have seldom been depicted nude. Far more likely has been the depiction of the nude or semi-nude female form. In fact, masculinity often is masked, as in the case of Picasso above, in the form of a minotaur, centaur, or other mythological half-man create. Part of this appears to be changing — at least from what I can tell on flickr. If females are not taking more portraits of the female form with other models, there is a proliferation of self-portraiture of the female form on flickr. This may, however, simply be a symptom of our narcissistic culture colliding with our voyeuristic culture. The female form will attract a much greater audience to someone’s photostream. Still, it removes at least one layer of exploitation to have the woman photographing the naked woman. But, as in other fields (pornography, music videos, film, etc) a case can be made that the woman is simply still functioning in the same world under the same pressures even if it is for a female master. Suffice to say, it’s a complicated issue and one that will not be explored any further in this post.

My main draw to the museum was a comprehensive exhibit of the work of photographer Henri Cartier-Bresson. This exhibit occupied all of space on the top floor that was available for public viewing. (Another area was under construction for a new exhibit) This collection of photos was amazingly vast. The space was arranged to take the visitor through Cartier-Bresson’s career in a roughly chronological order. The chronology was broken up a bit in order to divide his photojournalistic work into different categories —mostly on geographical boundaries.

The bulk of Henri Cartier-Bresson’s photojournalistic work was accomplished in the 1930s and 1940s. His photographs appeared in all the important photojournalistic magazines of the world at that time. On display were magazine photo essays from American and French magazines. Given that commercial aviation was still a novelty during this time, it is astonishing that Henri travelled to so many places to bring back photographs for his assignments. Photographs on display included locales as diverse as America, England, Communist Russia (one of the first non-communists allowed to photograph there), Shanghai, China before and after the Maoist revolution, and Spain before, during, and after the 1930s civil war. Even today, with all our modern airplanes and relatively cheap flights (especially compared to the 1930s) most people don’t get to visit so many countries. But, back then before the Internet, his photographs (along with other photographers of the time) were all that Americans would get to see and know about places like China. It probably conferred both a great responsibility to properly represent the countries he was photographing and a feeling of great privilege to travel to all these places. In addition to the photojournalism work, he had photographs of some of the most famous people of his time including Jean Paul Sartre. They also had photographs of women and his capture of feminine beauty.

It was interesting to see the photos in a museum setting. For the most part, museums are associated with art (especially when the museum is named the “museum of modern art”). While photojournalism can produce photographs that people would conventionally consider art, I do not believe that 99.9% of Henri Cartier-Bresson’s photographs would fulfill those requirements. They are great photos, often capturing a great moment. Most of the time they also exhibit great technique. To me, this makes them art. But they are not artsy photos. And that is what had my wife feeling a bit disappointed. She was expecting a great art photographer – I had told her nothing about Cartier-Bresson other than that he was a famous and heralded photographer. I guess, when it comes down to it, she found the photos too ordinary. To put it another way, she asked why my similar photographs of NYC life were not on display on the walls at MoMA. What made his photograph of a man in Shanghai haggling at the market different from one a tourist might take today that was of the same technical merits. I could not answer that question. He was, no doubt, a great photographer – as I mentioned, his photographs both capture that special moment and display perfect technique. But in modern times we are inundated with photographers of similar skill on flickr. Who will decide if one of them will end up in MoMA in the future?

That evening I went to dinner at Danielle’s cousin’s house. I was able to get some shots of people interacting with all the kids. They’re all in the 3-6 year range so they make nice, cute subjects. Here are a few photos from the evening.

Kayla and Danielle

Timmy and His Dad

Nam Eating

Finally, we all went to see Toy Story 3 (in 2D) at a 2230 showing. I will discuss this in my next blog post.

The New Coney Island and The Cyclone

The New Luna Park
Luna Park, the new section of Coney Island

As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, I went to NYC over Father’s Day weekend to see the Mermaid Parade. Well, as if that wasn’t crazy enough, I went BACK to Coney Island that night to photograph the new Luna Park. I have been documenting the changes to Coney Island and so I wanted to document the aftermath. I took both of the digital cameras I had used that afternoon and proceeded to take some low light photos. I would have preferred to have gone a little earlier in the evening to take the photos, but we thought it might have been a little crowded. By the time we went, it wasn’t too crowded, but there were still plenty of people still in their mermaid costumes hanging around.

The Mermaid Parade isn't over for her!
Some participants from the Mermaid Parade enjoy their time in Luna Park

Most, though not all, of the rides were targeted towards young kids. Dino’s has more of the rides that can be ridden by adults as well as the arcade area. There were still some rides being built, but it looks to be mostly complete. I was surprised by how bright it was in the park. I was able to really lower my ISO a lot more than I thought I would be able to. That really excites me for the prospect of doing some low light photography with the Holga at Coney Island.

Explaining the Ride
Kids on the kiddie version of the spinning chair ride

When we were finishing up, Danielle suggested I ride The Cyclone. I’d been talking about riding it ever since I first saw it over seven years ago. To my recollection, I had never ridden a wooden rollercoaster and I knew this was one of the most famous. I wavered a bit over the price – $8 – but eventually decided to go for it.

Astroland Cyclone
There it stood, ready to be conquered.

The fact that it is wooden, combined with its track design, made it one of the most thrilling roller coasters I have ever ridden. (top honors goes to a coaster in Busch Gardens Williamsburg) The drops were great, the speed was perfect and it was done without any loops. The only complaint I had (and probably the reason I’ll never ride it again) is that the rickety nature of the wooden roller coaster left me with a headache. All the bouncing of the train along the tracks transferred up my spine to my neck and then head. The resulting headache was definitely not worth the trip. It may be possible that the headache was worsened by the fact that my neck muscles were probably spasmed from having had all those cameras around my neck all day long. But I’m definitely glad I got it out of the way. One less thing for my lifelong TODO list.

My First Time on the Cyclone
Never again will I wonder what it is like to ride The Cyclone

Mermaids on Parade

In reading the New York Daily Photo Blog, I happened to come across a post about the Coney Island Mermaid Parade. I mentioned to my wife that I wanted to try and attend next time it happened. Being the awesome wife that she is, she kept her eye out for the date and let me know it would coincide with Father’s Day weekend this year. So we decided to get a two-for-one deal and go to NYC to see the parade.

We found out where it would start and that it would begin at 1400. So we decided to head out around 1300 and have some lunch on the way there. We ended up getting there at 1330 which was a little later than I wanted, so we didn’t make it all the way to the beginning of the parade. We ended up near the end right before the parade worked its way onto the boardwalk. This ended up being a fortuitous location. At first Danielle asked if we wanted to stay on the boardwalk. But none of the vehicular groups went up onto the boardwalk (of course they couldn’t) so we would have missed out on some of the most impressive floats. We also lucked out that we were kept from crossing the street to join Danielle’s mom because all the floats passed right in front of me — across the (wide) street from her. We had one final bit of luck in that we were amongst the last batch of people able to cross the street into that area. The police were keeping people off of the street for safety reasons.

The parade turned out to be spectacularly long — we were there for 3 hours and we left about a half an hour before it was over. The weather was perfect, if a little hot. I had three cameras with me — the Rebel XTi (400D) , Rebel XT (350D), and Holga 120CN. The Rebel XTi had my Canon EF 28-105mm. USM (discontinued) lens serving as the perfect zoom for 85% of the shots. The Rebel XT had my Sigma 10-20mm lens for those times when we were bum-rushed with dozens of parade people at once and it was impossible to capture them with the longer lens as well as being useful when the mermaids got extra close to me. It turned out to be the perfect lens combination and I didn’t regret the choice at all. Over those three hours I shot nearly 1200 photos combined between the digital cameras. I nearly used up all the memory cards I had — 11 GB total over the whole trip — most of it at the parade. I wasn’t the only one photographing the parade. I was surrounded by other photographers, mostly wielding Canons along with a couple of Nikons and obscure brands. In fact, it was rare to see anyone around me without a camera.

And now… enough naked words. Time for the photo essay.

The Mermaid Parade Begins
The Mermaid Parade started off as a Mardi Gras parade and eventually moved to coincide with the summer solstice. This makes for better parade weather in NYC.
The Regal Procession
Every year some famous people are crowned King and Queen of the Mermaid Parade. They are usually famous New Yorkers. This year it was Lou Reed and Laurie Anderson of The Velvet Underground.
Mermaid on the Moon
The floats range from extremely elaborate to simple and many groups are actually on foot. On average, most of the floats were small like this one and were pushed or carried. If you follow the link to my Mermaid Parade set (at the end of the post) you can see some of the more elaborate vehicles.
Rock On!
There were tons of performers on stilts. This guy was the most masterful as he ran around in the stilts.
Hungry like a Wolf
A big feature of any NYC parade, but especially the Mermaid Parade, is cross-dressing. The interesting thing is that a study of festivals throughout history shows that cross-dressing has always been a popular way to subvert the rules of life, even if it's just for a day.
Mermaid Survivors of the BP Oil Spill
The largest unifying theme of the parade this year was the BP Oil spill.
Stop Violence Against Mermaids
Lots of participants marched with signs against BP's handling of the gulf coast oil spill.
Join the Navy!
Sailors were also a major theme of the parade.
Giant Blue Creature
This is an example of some of the hand-carried floats.
Pearls
Although women have had the right to go topless in NYC since 2002, many of the participants stopped at pasties rather than be fully topless.
Oil Addict
Yet Another BP Oil Spill themed participant.
The Most Disturbing Darth Vader Ever!
There were also a few mergings of pop culture during the parade. But none were as strange as this group's merging of Hello Kitty with Star Wars.
Strategic Shark
Perhaps because so many people focused on the oil spill, completely original and off the wall costumes like this one weren't as common.
Free Hugs!
New Yorkers have a reputation for being rude. I've found that most of the time New Yorkers are actually very nice. They simply tend to be impatient and sometimes remind me of online forums. This woman went all along the parade route hugging anyone that allowed her to.
Hello
A few of the participants focused on glamour designs, but it wasn't too commons this year.
Andy Warhol:  Campbells Soup Top
A large contingent of Andy Warhol themed participants reinterpreted a lot of his artwork in pretty neat ways such as this Campbell's Soup Top
Searching for the Enemy
Of course, just as common as sailors in a sea-themed parade were pirates.
Death Up Close
Another great example of the huge creativity on display at the parade.

For more (and there are a lot more) photos from the Mermaid Parade, see my flickr Mermaid Parade 2010 set.

Otakon 2009

"Honk if you're going to Otakon"
People came to Otakon from all around the USA

For the first time since moving here, I found out about Otakon ahead of time. Unfortunately, the economics didn’t work out we didn’t buy tickets. But I did go to hang out outside Otakon on Saturday to get some photos. Lessons learned:

  • Remember what you learned in Hawaii and don’t be afraid to approach people. This is especially the case with Otakon. The cosplayers have spent a long time working on their costumes, sometimes up to a whole year. They want to show off their costumes. So go up to them and ask to photograph them.
  • With a 1.6x crop factor camera like the Canon 400D, 28mm is not wide enough. It’s very, very crowded at Otakon. They had something like 19 000 preregistered attendees. I missed out on getting some awesome shots of costumes such as this one where the girl on the left had an amazing bottom part to her costume, but I couldn’t fit her and her friend in without backing up a lot more
  • Buy tickets to Otakon! I missed out on a bunch of costumes because they were walking into the conference too quickly for me to intercept them at the door. So attend so you can see all the costumes

And now here is my photo essay on Otakon 2009.

A Bunch of Pokemon Trainers
Lots of Pokemon trainers including multiple Ash Ketchums and Mistys. It can be hard to have an original costume at Otakon.
Some of the Team Fortress Team
People didn't only cosplay from anime, they also cosplayed video games. In this case, it was Team Fortress 2.
A Slick Costume, Wish I knew the Anime
This was another video game cosplay - this time from Street Fighter IV.
Otakon Lolita
Goth Lolita is a very popular style in Harajuku, Japan and is often cosplayed at anime conventions. There were quite a few women cosplaying lolitas.
Looks like Captain Hammer is in Trouble Again
A very unique cosplay came in the form of this group cosplaying Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog.
Quite an Elaborate Costume on the Left
These women are cosplaying an anime called Soul Eater. Many costumes ranged from the skimpy to the elaborate and full-body-covering.
Gundam
A unique costume not only in its complexity, but also its subject. By choosing an anime that came out a while ago, one can get a better chance of being the only one cosplaying that character.
Iron Man
This Iron Man cosplay was very, very intricate and he was constantly stopped to pose for photos.
OBJECTION!
Phoenix Wright is a video game where the player is a lawyer. His signature catchphrase is on the sign.
Still Alive
Yet another video game cosplay with this pair from Portal.
"Saotome, Why did you come to Otakon as a Panda?"
I wanted to finish up with a cosplay from my favorite anime, Ranma 1/2. It was a special treat to see this since Ranma is a pretty old anime so there is less of a chance of people cosplaying it. The characters are the heads of the Tendo and Saotome households.

My First Yankee Game

Yankee Stadium from the Train Stop
Yankee Stadium from the Train Station

Ever since I’ve known my wife I wanted to go to a Yankees Game. But we were often busy during the baseball season and neither of us are big ball fans. In fact, this was also my wife’s first Yankee game despite having grown up in NYC and rooted for the Yankees her whole life. So it was to my great dismay that I found out I would never get to see a Yankees game in the original stadium that housed Babe Ruth. However, I finally did make it to a Yankee game after nearly a decade. It was a bit of a taunt to see the old stadium right next to the new one as demolition has not yet taken place.

Old Yankee Stadium
The Old Stadium

Inside a series of banners with the old Yankees legends paid tribute to the > 100 year legacy. (Depending on whether you count when they moved to NYC or when they were renamed to the Yankees)

Yankee Legends
Legendary Yankees Players

17 Minutes to Game Time
Prepping the field

We arrived at the train station with about 20 minutes to go. By the time we got to our seats we had 17 minutes until game time. We decided to use this time to get some ballpark food. My attempts to eat food before leaving were thwarted by the fact that we’d have to rush through the food. I walked around the concourse looking for food. I kept wishing they had a map on one of the columns letting the patrons know where the different vendors were. I guess they purposely don’t tell you so that you will tend to eat whatever is near your seat. I ended up finding a Moe’s cart that served nachos with meat. Danielle and most others got hot dogs.

I caught this pre-game meeting between the umpires and, I guess, the coaches.

Pre-Game Meeting
Pre-game Meeting

There were Canon adverts throughout the stadium. It’s widely used in sports photography, making me proud to own Canon products.

The 318 ft Foul Line: Sponsored by Canon
Canon Foul Line

It was very confusing that both teams had red hats and there wasn’t much contrast between the white and grey uniforms.

The Blue Jays Dugout
Blue Jays Dugout

The Yankees Dugout
Yankees Dugout

The Yankees very quickly hit a home run.

High Five from Hideki Matsui
Congrats on the Homerun

Three Wide Stances
Hideki Matsui on 1st Base

And now the rest of the photos.

Yankee Stadium Sells Pepsi
Yankee Stadium has a deal to sell Pepsi products

Subtitles
Depending on where you are sitting, you can still enjoy the announcer if you are deaf or have hearing problems.
Catching a Fly
We had pretty good seats for photographing outfield plays.

Go America!  Beat those Canadians!
It got a little extra patriotic since we were playing vs the Canadians

This guy seems unable to believe that the Yankees Won
He seems unable to believe that the Yankees have won

Theeeeeee Yankees WIN!
But they did win!

Congratulations are in Order
So the team walked onto the field for congratulations

Thanks for Visiting - Don't Come Back Unless You Pay
It was great finally seeing my first Yankee game. It was especially great that the Yankees won.

Crowds Leaving Yankee Stadium
Luckily we got to the train quickly and avoided a large portion of the crowds although it still was pretty crowded on the train for a few stops.

See more photos from the game on my Yankee Stadium Set.

Moving: A Photo Essay

The Huge Mess
The Huge Mess

Danielle and I bought our first home near the end of February.  We’ve moved many times before – between semesters at Cornell, from Cornell to Tampa, and from Tampa to Baltimore.  Now we were finally moving into our own home.  And so, for the first time, I decided to thoroughly document our move.  I was partly inspired by photo blogs I’ve been reading recently, such as Jeffry Friedl’s blog.  I decided to put together a photo essay.  So I whipped out my cameras and started shooting.

We first started packing mid-April, knowing we’d be moving into the house at the beginning of May.  We had a huge mess in the hosue for a few weeks, as you can see above.  The rest of the story is told through the photos and captions.

Boxes in the Closet 1
Christmas Boxes and Books filled up most of our hallway closet.
Frames that used to be on the TV Unit
The Newspaper Method of Packing Valuables
Some of the fragile boxes
The Packing Peanuts Method for Valuables.
It's all empty now.
It was so odd to see this TV unit bare. It was previously covered in family photos. We didn’t take it with us to the new hosue as it didn’t fit in the new living room.
How many shades of white are there?
How many shades of white are there? When you’re choosing the color for your new house, way too many!
Day Twelve: Waiting to Get the House
After waiting from February until the end of April I was impatient about getting the keys.
Day Thirteen:  Caulking
There were so many holes to plug up on the walls, but at least I had my podcasts to listen to.
Danielle's Car on the First Day of Moving Small Stuff
We decided the best thing to do would be to move all of the small stuff to the new house so we would have a lot less to move on moving day. Danielle’s Honda Element was perfect for this.

My Trunk on the First Day of Moving Small Stuff
My Car was a little less useful for the task.
My Backseat on the First Day of Moving Small Stuff
But at least the back seat can be lowered.
Little Giant Ladder
My Little Giant Ladder was VERY helpful.
Having Lunch
Danielle’s parents taking a lunch break from helping us paint. That was the craziest weekend of the whole moving situation. Neither of the four of us had painted before so it was a lot of “on the job” training.
Getting more Primer
Danielle’s father was in charge of putting the primer coat on the rooms where the colour was changing dramatically.
My father-in-law applying primer
Applying Primer
Day Sixteen:  Today I Painted.
As the weekend wore on, everyone found their niche. Eventually I did less painting and more prep work.
Painting the Sliding Door Frame
Danielle, on the other hand, was awesome at touch up and small detail work.
The Edging Technique
Danielle’s mom forgot this technique until we were nearly done painting. It would have saved a lot of agony with the painter’s tape.
Day Eightteen:  The Aftermath
I was wearing some jeans with a very small hole in them. Over the course of the weekend the hole got bigger and bigger.
Day Nineteen:  Almost Done Packing
I only had a little left to pack at this point.
The Living Room - Ready to Go
Moving day had finally arrived and we were ready!
The Guest Room
Daniell’s mom made some covers for the beds so they wouldn’t get dirty on the moving truck. Unfortunately, they were made of spandex and made handling the beds nearly impossible.
Duc Keeping an Eye on the Chairs
Danielle’s father wasn’t able to carry heavy things because he used to do deliveries for his company and hurt his back very badly. So he was outside guarding the items from theft. When I saw this photo, I just had to snap it. It has become one of the favorites in the family.
The Moving Truck
At this point we were nearly done filling up the truck, but still had about 1/4 a truck full of stuff.
Ian and Dan moving the couch
Dan brought Ian, shown here as Shadow-Man, to help us move.
Min Pretending to Help with the Couch
Min also helped us move. Or at least gave the impression of helping.
Two Plants and a Tree
Bizarre symmetry that happened on its own.


This is a little video I accidentally shot because I thought my camera was in photo mode.

Everything Unloaded into the Living Room
The living room was full of all the items we had to take up stairs.
Assorted Moving Stuff
These were mostly items for the garage, but the garage was full of items that belonged in the living room.
Day Twenty-Four:  Moving Day
Tired during moving day.
Dinner without a Table
We didn’t have our nook table yet, so we improvised with a box.
Day Twenty-Eight: Too Much Dust
All the dust from moving and from the cat hairs in the basement were driving my allergies crazy.
Dad moves on to Row Three
My father helped us install flooring because he had done in on a bunch of rooms in his own house. He lay the flooring and I cut the planks.
It takes until Five to get this far...
It took us a work day’s worth of time just to get this far.
Completed in the 2000 hour
At the end of the day we still had another room to go.
Planks Completed; Quarter-Round Needed.
Now that all the planks had been laid, it was time to put the quarter round.
Danielle Applies the Finishing Touches to the floor
Danielle placed putty on the border between the two floors.
Quarter-Round
The quarter round was hard to place around the bay windows.
Floor is Finished - Time for Furniture
Now we need to move the furniture in.
T Molding Interface with Kitchen
The interface between the dining room and kitchen.
Dining Room
The dining room is furnished, but not complete. It is still missing books for the book shelves.
Living Room
The living room is still missing some plants and other items.
The New Thermostat
The electric thermostat replaced an old analog one that used mercury.
The Dining Room is Complete
Now the dining room is complete. A key missing item was the table runner. We spent three days looking for it. Eventually we found out it wasn’t in a box, but had been in our master closet all along.
We're DONE!
Finally on Monday, 26 May, we were finished! It was a lot of work. Not because the previous owners had neglected the house; they gave it to us in good shape. But we wanted to replace the carpet on the foor floor with the laminate flooring. And we didn’t like the same paint colours they had chosen. But now we had made it our own.