15th Street winter wonder-land.
(union square park, nyc)
“The voyage of discovery lies not in finding new landscapes but in finding new eyes.” — Marcel Proust
The old dog is gone, the old bricks remain.
83rd St/37th Ave.
(jackson heights, queens, ny)
Cityscape: Stormclouds & Alternate side of the street parking
(jackson heights, queens, ny)
red door.
(east 6th street, lower east side, ny)
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Sunday Morning. East Village Wildflower
(east 7th street, lower east side, nyc)
Sunday morning. No one else is awake, and so the stoop, the day, and all its possibilities, belongs to a man, his belly and his dog.
(east 7th street, lower east side, ny)
Sunday morning, First Avenue and E. 7th Street. No news, and barely a bicycle.
I can’t decide if this makes it into the “bicycle” series or not, there is, after all, just a soupçon of wheel, barely a whiff of velocipedia.
(lower east side, nyc)
“Memory does not make films, it makes photographs.” — Milan Kundera
car wash / rainy day
(jackson heights, queens, ny)
what remains on Junction Boulevard after the spring rains…pretty in pink.
part of the series “bicycles”
(jackson heights, queens, ny)
i like a strong, silent type of man. one you can count on to always be there, because that’s the kind of stuff he’s made of. like tar, and cement. sure, he’s two-dimensional, but then, i’m not very complex myself.
(east village, nyc)
remember, of all the stars in heaven and earth, one of them may be be right where you’re standing. you’ve been officially mitzy dodged. you’re welcome.
(east village, nyc)
where the dead things are
(gates of heaven, hawthorne, ny)