NEW YORK NEW YORK – I met a friend (actually Maria’s godson) for lunch on the West Side today and walked home across Central Park. It was that “grazing light” moment on CPW so I concentrated on building facades. This happens every sunny day but sometimes – like today – it works out better than others.
Day 1,777 of one picture every day for the rest of my life.
On this day one year ago: Columbia Gorge.
THE BRONX NEW YORK – I had a lunch meeting in Greenwich today and I decided to drive back to Manhattan on Route 1, the Boston Post Road, rather than the highways. Route 1 becomes Fordham Road in the Bronx, and then the Grand Concourse. Today’s images are from the Grand Concourse.
Day 1,775 of one picture every day for the rest of my life.
On this day last year (Day 1,410): Roosevelt Island.
NEW YORK NEW YORK – Good light in our courtyard.
Day 1,759 of one picture every day for the rest of my life.
On this day four years ago (day 298): Rodrigo.
NEW YORK NEW YORK – I did some shopping and organization for our trip to Spain today, but found a few hours in the afternoon to explore Central Park. Nothing terrific here.
Day 1,758 of one picture every day for the rest of my life.
On this day four years ago (day 298): Paraty.
NEW YORK NEW YORK – I went hunting for images in the neighborhood today with a longish lens (a 90mm) and found a couple of odd angles. Long lenses are a challenge for me; I much more often shoot wide. The fire escapes are two frames stitched.
Day 1,755 of one picture every day for the rest of my life.
On this day last year (day 1,390): Park Avenue.
NEW YORK NEW YORK – Today I actually took exactly one picture today: in an alley on 93rd Street. I’ve got a few other alley shots from earlier dates so maybe there is a thread that I should pursue. Or maybe not. Reviewing the past almost five years of images I’ve learned that August 1 isn’t a terrific day for me in terms of photography.
Day 1,751 of one picture every day for the rest of my life.
On this day four years ago (day 290): Could be any place.
NEW YORK NEW YORK – While waiting on the 53rd Street Station for the E train (which is depressingly far under ground) I heard the sound of “Amazing Grace” being played on a bagpipe. I walked the length of the platform to investigate and found, rather than a ruddy Scot campaigning for succession, a wan, very sick-looking, young man. Here he is.
Day 1,751 on one picture every day for the rest of my life.
On this day three years ago (day 654): Lamu.
