I’m in Albany for the day. The sun is shining but there’s fog on the Hudson.
G__S was in Paris for the marathon.
But it will piss off people I don’t like…
G__S was up on the High Line.
Even a fire escape can be beautiful. Most aren’t, of course
Out G__S’s window in our office.
G__S visits Soho with her kids, finds the remnants of Fashion Week:
Real life is interfering with posting. It will resume eventually. Meanwhile, it’s -10C, and dawn outside.
From G__S, pigeons eating a man in Paris:
Little bastards tried to steal my camera.
And they used to dance for portrait carvers.
A four-face* gate guardian.
*One for each cardinal point.
Taken from the top of a stair leading to the central room of the central tower of the complex…I was about 10 meters up a 40-meter structure. And that 75° stair almost killed me. And yes, those are tourists. My bug spray seems to have no discouraging effect on them.
G__S practices her lens flare:
How to uglify a rowhouse and/or tenement: paint it for no reason. Via G__S:
Central Park, Belvedere Castle, via G__S.
I have no idea what goes on in the G__S household, but I’d rather not think about it.
Except for the cars, you’d have a hard time telling what year it is just looking at the streets of Alphabet City. The tenements don’t change much…