
Beware



Things are happening at the house on the corner that I was posting pictures of last month. Saw this on my way tot he shops and then, on my way home, saw more.


In homage to Keith Goldstein and his traffic cone series.



Seems like if you don’t photograph yourself somewhere, then the place, or maybe you, don’t exist. Almost everyone I saw in Times Square was busy photographing or videoing themselves, so they could prove to their followers that they’d been.






Handball courts down by the FDR Drive where my friends and I used to play until being crowded out by far superior players (challengers would play the winner of our matches until we were entirely displaced).


To gild the lily:
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Although I couldn’t find anything on this specific sculpture, it appears to be the work of British sculptor, Barry Flanagan, whose elephant used to adorn this space.

Tried to make this Rockefeller Center building the canvas for a tree portrait.


I was interested to see the hydrant passing through the shop display area and the way the two lights created a heart shape.