15th Street winter wonder-land.
(union square park, nyc)
The voyage of discovery lies not in finding new landscapes but in finding new eyes.
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| — | Marcel Proust |
76th Street & 37th Avenue. Like old men with a favorite bench, or junkies and their particular street corner, the pigeons of 37th Avenue congregate here, on this lampost, just west of the Met Food. The lampost to the east? Empty.
(jackson heights, queens, ny)
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)
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)
