Deli Lights, Tompkins Ave., Brooklyn

What's up, doc?

open door policy, downtown Brooklyn, right near the B38 bus stop at Jay St. and Dekalb (below), Brooklyn

Red Cloud's war bonnet. What can I say?

having drinks at Dynaco, Bedford Ave., Brooklyn, and van below is parked just outside the dooor

a couple days later I run into the same van on Throop Ave.

The feet of a middle-aged homeless woman on the R-train

this guy's pants, shoes and entire demeanor were spiffy, stiff, proper - anticipatory

bad architecture, good money, Bed-Stuy

I love this place

where I buy the Jameson

the New Hardee Chinese take-out has recently been heavily tagged - this is where I get excellent spring rolls and vegetable dumplings

the credit union

traces of the former IRT?

buying a shirt at Uniqlo, Atlantic Center, Brooklyn

At the deli - just one of the thousand reasons I don't eat meat

new burrito place, Lucha Lucha, on Nostrand at Clifton, crowded with hipsters

congruous? or incongruous? I can't decide.

black and white

on Fulton Street near Classon - an architectural hodge-podge that makes a statement nonetheless

street art over unused subway entrance, Lafayette Ave., Bed-Stuy

private pool club up for sale, Throop Ave. 

members only at the Park Slope Food Coop

just another day on Staten Island

from my lonely seat at the Cafe Lafayette

The Greene Ave. Pharmacy, where I get all my pills

New York daffodil, toughing it out in a mud puddle

rainbow over Van Buren Street, Bed-Stuy a couple of days ago

the new Freedom Tower, as seen from Canal Street, just doesn't look right somehow

at Pacific Optometry, Elizabeth Street, Chinatown - this is where I get my glasses and they do a great job of it

a little private park in Soho. I had a date here once.

springtime on the Lower East Side

store on Delancey Street, where poor people buy their clothing

two moments of zen

Egregious Offence: trash, chiefly along Clifton Street

A weekend in Northeast Baltimore, Perry Hall, Maryland

I went to Baltimore for the weekend, staying with family near Perry Hall. As soon as I got there, I looked for the culture of suburbia, imagining what it is like to live there. After arriving at Baltimore Penn Station, we went to eat at the Kitchen of India on Joppa Road, which is lined with car dealerships. The sky was amazing, but everything below it on Joppa Road was kind of unpleasant.

The next few photos are of Chardel Road, near Belair Rd., where I was staying. Next day, clouds were gone and skies were that almost perfect shade of suburban blue. It's a car culture and I'm more used to urban methodologies - walking and taking the subway or the bus to get around. It enables me to not only go where I need to go when I need to go there without relying on a car, but also to see who is in the neighborhood and what the social reality is - including language, dress, ethnicity, ages, and activities - engagement is what I'm talking about. City living allows for engagement with people on a level that's both personal and impersonal.

I took a walk in Perry Hall and saw two people: one was a woman on a balcony, who came out of her house to see what her small white yappy dog was barking at (me, of course) and she pulled the dog back into the house as though it needed protection from me. The second person was someone in the condo village parking lot, a man who followed me into the condo building and watched me take the last two photos. It was as though he were doing some kind of neighborhood watch and needed to witness my activities. I was a stranger and I was doing something suspicious - taking pictures of the hallway. 

I would not enjoy living here. I don't mean to be an urban snob, but suburban culture is not so good. Except for the birds - there were lots of birds there. They were probably coming back to the marsh that their species had been mating in for centuries. Only now, it's a suburban development and no longer a marsh on the Chesapeake.