(Apr 18) Nothing is happening. Like, nothing.
This is something everyone with a dog understands
Nail clipping continues to plague the subway
I like these blurry, artsy things
(September 21) On the way home from the San Gennaro Festival, I took some shots as best I could of the new work going on inside a fenced in area on President St.
My father had one just like this, if I remember correctly.
Everything but the Impala is fair game in here.
Surely no one has gone barefoot here and lived.
“The Egg Man” lives on my block.