Sunday, December 27, 2009

Sumpthin's gotta give

People waiting in line for prescriptions (above), people waiting to see a doctor (below), and mostly it's people of color, or from other countries who wait all day to see an overworked MD or pharmacist. I wait, too, but not complaining, right?

An occasional glance down, wherever you are, will sometimes provide a glimpse of sunlight and shadow in a beautiful arrangement of soft hues - a brief bit of another reality over the one you were just in.
And sometimes a sunset will reveal a truly ugly building in all its glory.
And evening will reveal the magic of a noirish Edward Hopper-esque and seemingly innocuous structure as situated in the slower neighborhoods.

And of course the imposition of steel and stone that even an airplane can't crack in the busier districts.

I was behind this man on the stairs at Grand Central. He seemed poor and burdened - it couldn't have just been me projecting. I didn't want to take a picture of his face, which was a fine face, but only of his posture as I went up the stairs behind him. One can go to Grand Central to get out of the cold, to have a seat for a while, and to find a safer spot than one finds out of the street.
A sign in a New Haven shop window. On closer inspection, the rules of the house laid out fairly clearly.

NYPD cops approaching a man sitting in front of Bellevue Hospital. He's telling them to leave him alone, and a man in a wheelchair on 23rd Street nods out whilst his sign informs passersby that he would like some cash.

Blood left on a doorstep, New Haven.
The bar car on Metro-North.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Various Spaces and Places

A pharmacist and his wares, NYC.

Art exhibit, Chelsea - Taylor Davis's sculptures.

Staircase, above, at Yale University Art Museum; below, at a Tribeca loft building.

Santa's at Grand Central.

Pizza parlor pugilists, E. 14th Street, East Village.

Outdoor lighting, 10th Ave, Chelsea

Store window display, to maximum effect. Me, transfixed by the multiplicity of ideas present.

Dirt...there you have it.

Mystery photo

A vegetable called 'Buddha's Hand', which I may not be able to cut open, cook or eat.

New Haven workplace, just after 5PM.
And three store window displays, below, New Haven.

Train station, above, and trains below, New Haven.

Cops in New Haven arrest a man who is saying "Tell me why I'm under arrest..."
They take him to the squad car and there he sits, in handcuffs, in the back seat.
Don't they have to tell you why they're taking you in?

Cody's Cafe, New Haven - the best place in town...

...where the portions, as well as the waitresses, are quite large.