I took the day off mostly. Wherever I went I took my time getting there, stopping to smell the roses, or look down at the pavement. I wonder when this was scratched into the cement? When they were in their heyday, or later, as a tribute? I forget where I was, east of NYU, kinda in CBGB’s territory.
A pigeon I loved for a few seconds. And fed cornbread crumbs. “Cornbread crumbs kill pigeons you know,” Howard lied.
Screaming gargoyle-ish female faces! That top room is lovely inside, I bet.
The Chrysler Building, seen from Grammercy Park. What a work of art. I never tire of seeing it. Who does?
A jacket I can’t possess.
Not sure I agree. I love the collar.
I want to take today off too.
And tomorrow. I’ll compromise. I’ll take half a day off each day.
Night at the Museum! (I liked the first one, sue me!)
By the way, I seem to have developed a problem holding the camera so all the lines are straight. I had to rotate the image of the Chrysler Building for instance, in order for it to be standing up straight. That’s why the top of the building got a little cut off.
Why is that? What sort of weird spatial problem have I developed??