Five Shot Clover
What recession? We’ve got egg-digesters!
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Some of My Photo Philosophy
If I’m in a big crowd, I often shoot where there is nobody. I’m a soul rebel. A lot of times that ends up being the ceiling but sometimes I get the corner where all the equipment is and there’s an empty bag of potato chips in the wires. Tonight I had the crowd, I had the spot, but I could not get the shot. How about some bright moldings?
Foreign Affairs Terms in the Media
Glennzilla breaks it down for us.
More Bike Racks
This town needs more bike racks. Sometimes finding a place to lock up is like trying to find a mustache on a turtle. I plan to request more on 14th Street and at least one by my post office and favorite market.
Blue Lights Means It’s Not City Center
55th Street the other night…
A pot dealer was famously murdered in this building in May, 2001.
There’s a gimcrack roof bar on top of the Dream Hotel which also has an aquarium that takes up a fourth of the lobby.
The City Center Theater repeats much of the same tried and true calendar year after year. That’s not necessarily bad.
I Spy. What Do You Spy?
Sometimes I am here to make sure my blog hasn’t been compromised and then realize: well, I should publish something since my blog is fine and I am now logged in. Posting something will help me sleep. The twitter thing below will fill you in on the rest of tonight. Look over there. People are talking about Kandinsky.
Houston and Essex
This $10 Westclox wall clock has a tick-tock from hell so I’m going to have to rip out the second hand.
Update: I took the second hand out and it barely had any effect on the tick tock noise. Considering a note of censure.
The Wood Wins
I go out and shoot a hundred pictures and the best one is a tree trunk in central park. Typical. I saw some raccoons too.
The Ghost at KGB
Some bars are more photogenic than others.
Astor Row in Harlem
I had the pleasure of working in one of these houses the other day. The entire block has a great history. Kevin is negotiating a coffee run here or something.
When the Sun Goes Down at Coney
Guy on the fishing wharf says it’s all cool. Sardines are good for you.
