Tag Archives: New York

When walking in New York City, it’s easy to keep your eyes forward, or down, as you charge through the crowded sidewalks. (Well … before the pandemic, when there were crowds). With the advent of iPods, people being zoned out … Continue reading →

When I see a roof like this in New York – and there aren’t many – I always stop and have a little moment of “Oh! Hello there!” appreciation.

I remember the day I took this. I don’t remember why I was wandering around Soho, but I have a feeling I was killing time before meeting someone. I was in a photo-taking mood and since Soho wasn’t my normal … Continue reading →

The two mirror-like buildings – like monolithic slabs of glass – on the edge of Central Park catch the last gleam.

I’ve been to many events at KGB Bar in the East Village, poetry readings, publication parties, literary gatherings. People smoking on the sidewalk, spilling in and out of the venue, its gritty evocative atmosphere, sparkling with interesting people. I love … Continue reading →

I am drawn to old-fashioned signs like some kind of homing pigeon. I sense them. I gravitate towards them. I scan buildings for them. It’s like “ghost signs” too. I love those. Any time the past intrudes on the present … Continue reading →

I arrived in New York just in time to experience the final gasps of smut. Times Square was a wasteland of boarded up porn-theatres and peep shows, with rickety “decor” along the exteriors, showing the buildings’ seedy show-biz beginnings. There … Continue reading →