MANHATTAN – Another remarkably cold day here. So I got some images from the basement of our building.
Day 5949 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back exactly 11 years to India. Day 1931 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
MANHATTAN – Here are two views of today’s storm: one at home out of our dining room window, and one close to home on Lexington Avenue.
I view New York as my oyster – I’m free to travel anywhere here, camera over my shoulder with the camera wearing a 28mm or 35mm lens depending on my mood. Public transportation goes everywhere, and almost everywhere is safe for a guy carrying an old-looking camera. Today it would have been great to go to Coney Island or Orchard Beach or the Gowanus Canal to see them snowbound, living the advice “f8 and be there” (attributed to Weegee). Go to where real images can be made. But I didn’t go anywhere: we’ve had 24 inches of snow in the last 24 hours; sidewalks aren’t shoveled, steps to the subway are treacherous, the very few cars on the roads are sliding all over the place. So a stayed home and worked on a Substack post. Dull of me.
Day 5,948 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back 11 years, again to India. Day 1,930 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
MANHATTAN – We’re here hunkering down for the major blizzard that we’re expecting tomorrow. So we lit a fire in our living room and sat and read. The object in the center of the mantle was made by an artist friend as an anniversary present: the image is after Tiepolo’s Antony and Cleopatra, with my and Maria’s faces substituted for Antony and Cleopatra. And of course there’s a selfie. I brought the andirons and the fender back from London as carry-on decades ago. The Murano mirror was Maria’s mother’s. That’s a lot of narrative, not my usual style. Creeping nostalgia?
Day 5,947 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back precisely 11 years to a rainy day at the Taj Mahal. This is a personal favorite. Day 1,929 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
MANHATTAN – We arrived back in New York last night. Today’s image is a construction site at the corner of Lexington Avenue and 86th Street, the site the former Papaya King – the best hotdog joint in New York.
Day 5,946 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back 14 years to construction in our apartment here. Day 832 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
ANTIGUA – We had a serious storm here last night that caused beach erosion.
Day 5,945 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back exactly 11 years to India. Day 1,927 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
ANTIGUA – The Pilates equipment pictured here with Abby, my instructor, is called a Cadillac – it looks like a medieval torture device. Which it is.
Day 5,944 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back 11 years to a tree. Day 1,926 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
ANTIGUA – I’m rarely seen on a golf course – golf is one of my lesser strengths. But here we are. On the rare occasions when I do play we use special “fun golf” rules: players play from the 100 yard marker; everyone can improve their lie at any time; and there are free drops out of bunkers. You play with three clubs. And you can skip holes that you don’t like. That’s why my friends are smiling in this image.
Day 5,943 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back exactly 17 years to an Obama inaugural party. A year before the start of my photo a day project.
