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Better Than Real Because It's Not.
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Verrazano-Narrows Bridge. This must mean it’s my annual trek to Kohl’s for the menswear sale.
Mural in the Bronx.
Twilight in the West Village.
The stuff new photoblog mastheads are made from.
Passing the toxic canal.
View from the canal end of my block.
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Dorkbot is one of my favorite things to go to. Nobody knows me there;
it’s all fun and no work when you’re on the audience side of the podium.
His heart beats, you see it in realtime.
You can watch him use the various parts of his brain too.
Yes, Pete has a cup of black coffee in one hand, and a lit cigar in the other, and he’s rollerblading in Central Park.
(he’s wearing the same shirt as last time too)
Back on Smith St. in Brooklyn, they let some kids decorate the boards used to conceal a construction site. They should do this more often.
Back to Central Park, Pete leads the newbies through the AIDS walk after-crowd.
The cops eventually made them clear out. Surprised?
Finally it was off to visit Josh at the Harold & Kumar Frat House.
I CAN HAZ.
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There’s been unsurprisingly few photos since late last year. A few things have happened though that got recorded for posterity. From March until about mid-April…
The Elephant Walk. It’s the first time I’ve really felt let down by my camera.
It just wasn’t up to the task of photographing moving circus animals at night.
Anyone know what this is?
Do your domping somewhere else!
This is basically what our society has come down to as well.
Larry gave a vizalin performance in mid-April.
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I have no idea what this is all about.
It’s a canal.
Billy continues to exist.
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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.
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