I blogged about many couples but never blogged about me and my boyfriend… So here it goes:
He’s into basketball. I’m into running. We both love sports.
We both like hats.
We both like to smile.
He has some flaws…like his long hair. I wish he would chop it off.
And like all my boyfriends, my dad is in the middle! (those are my fathers hands).
There’s two places I want to go, I want to go to the Bronx Museum and to that colored wall across the street from the museum.
I said that to my dad who was walking along the Grand Concourse with me. He had just taken care of important business and I was with him for moral support- and to take a picture when ever I could.
As soon as we left the museum, we headed to the wall. But there was one issue- who will I photograph? Who will be my subject?
Well, I didn’t have to worry about that for long. I looked up and in the front of me walking and laughing were 5 young Latino men. I ran up to them and asked them if they would pose for me…
The leader of the pack, Flexx, automatically said yes…and I automatically liked him. The rest of them were a little concern about their image but soon gave in; however, Flaco had to be coaxed to take a photo. Flaco seemed shy but there is one picture you will see of them hitting on girls who were passing by, look at Flaco’s face! He doesn’t seem that shy. Here are their names:
Flexx- the royal blue hoodie
Flaco- the yellow hoodie
Goose- the red hoodie
Geo- the navy blue hoodie
K- the black hoodie
As you can see, the one in the blue hoodie was the one who gave me the most inspiration. I love people on earth like him!
His name is Flexx.
This is Mike.
When the train pulled into the station, he was already smiling. It was his smile that made me put the camera to my face.
I am glad I did because when I got on the train, I met his mom, Delphine, who was a beautiful person. I am cautious of taking photos of children but she didn’t mind.
When I told Mike I was going to put his picture on my blog, he got really excited.
So, here he is, Mike.
Skateboarding is like Jazz.
It has your body moving in all types of ways.
Your arms flying high, your feet off the ground
You and your partner are the center of attention
All are welcome but men seem to dominate the instrument.
The better you are, the more fun you have.
Space is needed.
There are no rules.
Improvisation is encouraged.
The game can go on and on and on for miles
kinda like a Miles track.
It’s taken seriously by those in the game.
Only a few understand the art.
If you don’t understand, you are a square
Coolness is involved too.
It looks fun. It seem easy.
But doesn’t all Jazz seem fun and easy?
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