I have no idea what this is all about.
It’s a canal.
Billy continues to exist.
The original plan, as usual, was to go to the Greenwich Village Halloween Parade, but as usual, that wasn’t to be. Wednesday morning involved wrapping up a nearly sleepless mess that began Sunday. The best I could do, was follow-through on plans to photograph a lit Empire State Building at dawn. Normally the ESB lights are turned off at midnight, but for Young Frankenstein on Broadway, it was left on overnight.
At long last, my nightmare was over.
Frau Blücher would approve. (cue whinny)
The first sign of dawn was just before 6:45am.
The clouds clung to the darkness
Downtown sparkled in the sunrise
Facing midtown, it was still pretty dark
Rising by the Manhattan Bridge
The colors were striking
Another letter to someone. I see a lot of those here.
The sun continued to push its way up.
The light chased the darkness from the clouds.
In the west, you could barely see the orange lights anymore.
Although the sun itself was yet to be visible from the bridge, it was time to go.
For one year, roughly from Memorial Day 2006, to Memorial Day 2007, I took a photo of myself, (almost always) against my bedroom wall, every time I made a personal appearance at a customer’s. I didn’t wear the same tie with the same shirt twice. Billy managed to get in on one of them too.
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I needed to go to a client’s office down by City Hall. On a whim, I decided to walk back to Brooklyn.
Developing feelings for the bridge will get you a ticket.
I discovered Osama bin Laden hiding on the bridge in plain sight.
High St. was somewhere under there… somewhere.
