Friday, April 30, 2010

Sugar-coated



Nothing says romance like a crumpled pack of cigarettes resting on cherry blossom petals.


West Village.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Lights, Camera, etc.



Okay, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised when someone mistakes me for papparazzi if I am (a) using a telephoto lens in the city and (b) taking photos of Bradley Cooper on set.


Union Square.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Anger Management


Wall murals in Meatpacking District do not disappoint.

Meatpacking District.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

One Man's Trash


Disclaimer:  this does not necessarily represent my view of the Tribeca Film Festival!  I just thought it was an interesting photo.

Also, note to self:  do not walk through Tribeca Film Festival crowds with telephoto lens on full display.  They do not like that.

Chelsea.

Monday, April 26, 2010

A Room with a View


I randomly saw a photo of this tree on another photoblog about a week before I stumbled upon it on my own. I was taking photos of the tree-lined street when a man approached me and told me that there was 'a most unusual tree' down the block. When I saw it, I automatically recognized it from the other photoblog.



What I love about it is how it looks like a ladder, reaching up to the wrought-iron windows. I also love how the windows provide a brilliant reflection of the real world - you can see buildings, sky, leaves, but in a brighter hue - a glossier version of the world.



When I looked through my photos of this tree, I couldn't help remembering what the man had said to me - "I don't know whether it's diseased or not, but it's remarkable."  What a fine line that can be - diseased or remarkable.

Chelsea.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Shawshank Redemption from the Dog Run


Three dogs.  Twelve paws.  One chance.


Madison Square Park.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Concrete Jungle


Like caged animals.

Flatiron District.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Field of Dreams



He wakes up early and puts on his t-shirt, the sound of roaring crowds still fading in his ears. As he walks, he doesn't see the crowded streets in front of him, he sees the players on the opposing team. And when he performs on the street, the city around him becomes his field and his stadium.


Times Square.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Staring Contests


Intimidating faces abound in the city.

Garment District.

Monday, April 19, 2010

You know you need a haircut when...

...you can't find the ball that's in front of your nose.


Madison Square Park.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Baby Existentialism


"Oh, I grow weary of cheerios. And drinking out of my sippy cup does tire me so."


Washington Square Park.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

How to Protect Your Wealth


In a recession, it seems particularly apropos that the heavyweight financial and business magazines house their galleries in nuclear fallout shelters.

Chelsea.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Standing Out



"Is everyone looking at me? I feel like everyone's looking at me."


Madison Square Park.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Springtime in the City



I always wonder if the city is trying to tell me something when I come across something like cherry blossoms and barbed wire side-by-side.


Gramercy.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Door Rage

Don't you hate it when someone blocks the door?


Garment District.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Walking on Clouds


Sidewalk chalk art, left over from Easter Sunday.

Chelsea.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

O Captain! My Captain!


Am I seeing things, or is there a person standing on top of the Flatiron building? I can only hope it's Spiderman, returning to reclaim his newspaper office.

Flatiron District.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Blur


I often feel like this city is made up of two groups of people, those that rush through it and those who are lucky enough to stand still and observe for a moment.

Flatiron District.
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