(Nov 28) Everything is up in the air.
The eagle hasn’t so much landed, as escaped
This was once the country’s largest hospital (complex)
We’re all going somewhere. All of us.
Oh, how I need a better lens for this task.
(Aug 1) The second half of my trip from downtown to Penn Station.
The suburban hydrants are all painted yellow. I like this better.
Even the buildings want to be loved
This undoubtedly is a Jim Power mosaic.
When these churches went up, they were probably the tallest things around. Today, they seem small indeed.
A relic that will doubtless soon be gone
Passing through the farmer’s market
The statue of Andy Warhol for no apparent reason
This faux rat probably ended the day stolen
Then back to the land of ‘meh’
(August 17) Since most of my visits to Central Park don’t involve leaving the street loops around it, I decided to look around the inside of the park a little.
If you’re paying attention, the sages of Brooklyn
have critiqued this ad for your sarcastic amusement
General Sherman, not so beloved below the Mason-Dixon line.
It lights up when someone stands in the doorway
There’s a large number of statues lining the path
I followed a path into what turned out to be The Ramble
Only a few feet from Manhattan, I exited out onto the street
I was wondering how long would pass before I saw this on one of the new screens