April 15, 2020
The hanging clouds
A friend said a couple days ago that my pictures from New York all make it seem like a blend of beauty and sci-fi apocalypse, and I have to say that’s a pretty accurate distillation of the mood these days. This is another one from my evening walk around the ballfields a few nights ago. West Side skyline, one lamppost, retreating storm clouds.
March 17, 2020
Little altar
In order to maintain some kind of routine and sense of time while we’re all isolated and out of work, and also get outside at least a little bit as safely as possible, I’m trying to go for a walk in the park both early in the morning and late in the evening every day. I failed this morning and slept late. But last night I went out and found this whimsical shrine to I don’t know who or what.
April 5, 2019
Spring river
I’m hoping to be able to get some new writing done sooner rather than later. In the meantime, this was my dinner break stroll last weekend–to the remains of the Central Railroad’s 69th St. Transfer Bridge on the Hudson River.
Easter evening in Prospect Park, Brooklyn, for a friend’s birthday.
May 6, 2015
Snow is gone
Finally. This was one of those winters I was starting to suspect would never actually end.
(Magnolias in Fort Greene, Brooklyn)
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