Street portrait at Bryant Park ice-skating rink on 42nd St, aka Bank of America Winter Village! Bright lights, bright smile, blow the highlights!
This photo is why I loathe shopping. It’s one thing to be out and about in the fresh air, maybe catch a photo or two, but throw in some shopping and it always… Continue reading
That time of year, even if I did take this shot last winter it doesn’t feel that long ago what with freezing temperatures and snow falls here in NYC this week.
A break in the heavy pedestrian traffic outside Bloomingdale’s on Lexington at the happiest time of the year!
Scenes in the short space of time and place that is Union Square in the brilliant sunshine of an October… Continue reading
The late Sunday afternoon sun in September out at Coney Island, Brooklyn, NYC.
A beautiful September Sunday morning saw the gathering on 5th Ave at the Temple Emanu-El for the sad, fond farewell to the dynamic Joan Rivers . . . a woman I somehow always… Continue reading
There’s a new blog in town! Joe very kindly invited me to join an eclectic group of photographers to pool photos in the pond that is now Monochromia, a site dedicated to B… Continue reading
Who needs Breakfast at Tiffany’s when you can enjoy the midnight Real Deal on 42nd Street! Tonight the NY Rangers hopes of winning the Stanley Cup against the LA Kings either die or… Continue reading
At home in the diner cone of illuminated silence . . . .
The end of a long day . . . . I could have taken the train but something about the fresh night air with the light rain made the twenty-block walk feel more… Continue reading
Liam and I somehow got into conversation about what a beautiful day it was. I asked him if he lived here in the city. Why sure, he replied, he has a grand little… Continue reading
Sunshine! Such a loaded word and, after the long cold winter, full of intent. Time at last to get out and play. Plus we know it’s going to be cold again tomorrow. Warm… Continue reading
Walking through Harlem a week or so ago – somehow that has become the measure of time for me lately, the weeks or so that collide into months and years, I had the… Continue reading
Smoking stacks in the still of a cold dark night over the East River of NYC . . . .