Evening mass.

Unknown church on Broadway; somewhere between 14th and 8th Streets.

Why do I even bother with this place?

This was not why I came to Macy's.

I swung by the Devil's Retail Playground tonight on a quest for the perfect white French cuff shirt. There's a wedding coming up this weekend and, well, I need a new white shirt. More on that later if/when I find it. The point of this message is to warn all spring allergy victims to avoid Macy's.

Avoid it like you avoid Black Friday.

If the ground floor wasn't hectic already, it seems as if the flower district moved a few blocks north and rooted (ha!) itself here. And there were caged birds. And water installations. Awful. Simply awful.

But a decent photo-opp.



Name these flowers and win something awesome.

More than sandwiches and smokes.

For the normal day-to-day, bodegas are clutch - the horse that never loses. Twenty four hours a day, where else can you find a pack of smokes, baby diapers, a killer sandwich, and yes, flowers? Deli flowers last for days and are sans the God-awful box.

Slow Sunday

On Sunday, the party split up - one to the west coast, one stayed east. Judging by this picture, it's easy to figure out where I spent my Sunday.

I meandered around D.C. with an old friend. Brunch, tourist traps, the whole 9. Although I must say, the conversation that proceeded helped to melt the crowds of incessant picture takers (worse than me, can you believe it?) into a silent mush around us.

"It's called the Metro."

UPDATE: "It's called Metro. There's no the."

Noted.


It is no secret that I take too many pictures underground. Combine my hobby of people watching with the fact that my attention span is oftentimes shorter than the wait for the next train and what you get is a wandering camera lens.

I was in D.C. this weekend and experienced their Metro for the first time. Of course my camera was with me, and of course this has to be PotD. My thoughts on the subway Metro?

• Cleaner than New York
• More punctual than Philly
• Faster than Chicago
• Anything's better than Boston

My biased self still prefers New York's system for its fare simplicity; but then again maybe if we had a costs-more-the-farther-you-travel system the MTA wouldn't be up to its proverbial eyeballs in debt.

Additional shots have been/will be uploaded here.

Joker tested, rider approved.

I noticed two kids snapping photos of this sign while waiting for uptown 6. Bahhh, tourists. Or so I thought.


Clearly, this is not one of the normal signs depicting the 48,493 weekly construction changes. Clearly, this was hilarious.

And then I realized that the joke was on us, all of us. Here comes the $100 monthly metro card.

This photo cost a buck.

I remember the first time I had a subway churro. I was between transfers with a friend, maneuvering the heavy weekend crowd that infests midtown retail stores. We were lugging bags of who-knows-what after a day of shopping for God-only-knows. We trekked past a young guy manning a shopping cart of Churros on the Queens-bound side of the platform. I paused, turned to my friend, and wondered out loud...

Have you ever had a Churro?
Not from a shopping cart. Do you think they're any good?
I don't know, isn't most street meat good?
We are neither on the street nor are Churro's made of meat.
Well that settles it.

One dollar and two sets of sugary fingers later we were munching on KMart-branded Churros. And you know what? Not half bad. A little on the buttery side, but when has that ever been a bad thing?


This Churro pusher refused to stand by her cart when I started taking pictures. It was only after dropping a GW on her product that she realized I wasn't with the city permit department.

The trees of the city.

I started this blog to capture the everyday, whatever and wherever that might be. In the year that this little project has progressed, my subjects have varied; with the exception of one. Well, more than one.

Her and him. You and me.

Which is weird, considering my unabashed support of the age-old sport of people watching. At first I chalked it up to wanting to capture life's inanimate side. But really, I'm finding that redundant. Life is life because of the people - both well known and stranger - that wash through the everyday. New York is New York because of it's people. Trees make the forest; people make the city.

Really though, the lack of people caught on camera (candid or otherwise) is due to my amateurish skill set. I find it borderline creepy to take pictures of strangers. But I think it's time to try and break out. I want to push my comfort zone a little farther than I'm used to. Hopefully the result will be a more intimate look at the daily.

Leather jackets, outside Macy's.

Whatever comes of this, still don't bet the farm on me ever showing up here. This and that were pushing it. Behind the camera I'll remain.

Monday morning.

Just another job. Just another commute. The difference between yours and mine?


I look up.