East River at night.

Facing south (Queensboro Bridge).



More to come from this night.

Shoes and shadows.

Somewhere in midtown.

Leftover Peeps turned arts & crafts.

Clearance-priced Peeps + Rice Krispee Treats + Fruit by the Foot = Peep-ushi.

Righty tighty lefty loosey.

A Brooklyn staple.

No, I'm not talking about the Dodgers of old, the pizza of your grandfather, or the prettiest bridge south of the GW. I'm referring to hipsters.

Obviously.

This way home.

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"That's my favorite sign."
"Oh yeah?"

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"Yeah, I've always *Click* *Click* loved it."

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"Hmm."



*Click*

California's burning.

I woke up to blue skies and warm sunlight, but not the burst of spring that sprung New York's flowerbeds to life. I was in Valencia, California joining my friend as her plus one to a wedding.

Weeds-like setting, check.
Golf course ceremony, score.
Skinny black tie, done and done.

Picture of the day, sure.

Waiting for the 6.

It should go without saying that birds on the subway platform leave the rest of the commuters indifferent.

But what if this little dude actually got on the train?

Now THAT would make rush hour interesting.

Not an April Fool's joke...

There really is a naked bronze woman that greets people to my office building every day.