Into the NYC night … and still hot in the city.
Postcard greetings from the glorious Gowanus Canal under the midday sun of a summer’s day in Brooklyn. “original saltwater marshland and meadows teeming with fish and wildlife . . . ” Now heavily… Continue reading
Some shouts of colour from the streets of New York. I had intended to write a small photo essay on the comparative differences between colour and B&W photography but that shall have to… Continue reading
It was one of those days, warm with intent, which turned into one of those nights when the lashing rain fell hard and for what felt like forever. Which… Continue reading
Summer in the city and some people are just so cool!
Photography is such a moody business. From spring sunshine in New York and Mad Men on 9th Ave who don’t bat an eyelid to a prickly punk giving me the finger in London… Continue reading
From a room with a view, a honeycomb of stacks, layers, lines and light Where shadows tell the tales between the black and the white . . . .
Spring greetings from Mad Hatter’s paradise! Easter Sunday Parade along 5th Ave, NYC – warm in the sun, cool in the shade, a perfect spring day to break out of the long winter… Continue reading
It was a bitterly cold day today. Snow sits in dirty clumps of stiff ice with another snow storm coming in over night . . . .
The city tundra of Central Park sunset in winter . . .
Not the most original title but it’s the best I could come up with for now . . . . Out and about in the fresh snow of February with the forecast of… Continue reading
Through the Holland Tunnel from New Jersey to NYC, the end of a long, long road . . . one of those times you’re not sure if you are coming or going but… Continue reading
Or what happened when a recent flight from Denver to NYC was cancelled because yet another blizzard was due to hit the north-east of the USA. The next available flight was not available… Continue reading
I’m not too good on year reviews and resolutions but I am sitting here in the damp of the UK where the rain is whipping and howling outside, and making its way inside.… Continue reading
. . . . and snow in the night light delights of Mott St where I never go without hearing the lyrics of Cole Porter Lorenz Hart asking the question – “and tell… Continue reading