At the MIX Festival of Queer Experimental Film and Video, New York City

In the lobby of the Mix Queer Experimental Film & Video Festival venue (the place was once a Liz Claiborne clothing shop) an installation of mannequins and light boxes...

...and glitter and the guts of video cameras...

and the hallway, with its sparkling blue floor, led to tiny rooms, formerly dressing rooms, each with its own light show...

"Light Culture 3" by Larry Ackerman (2008)

...this wall is part of an installation called "Asbury Juke Joint" by Christine Callahan and Jenne Mischo (2008)

(title and artist unk, sorry!)

...and then I spent some time in artist Kenny Scharf's installation, "Closet #26" (2008) - a visit back in time to the 1980s...

...then on to a video piece that projects an image onto fine white powder, called "A Sense of Place or Apres moi, le deluge" by Desireena Almoradie (2006)

and another dressing room - first shot taken with the camera flash, the next showing the installation as it is meant to be seen...

...and onto artist Effi Asili's Obama quilt wall, part of his installation called "P.S.A. (Public Service Announcement)" (2008)

...ending in the upstairs lounge, where there was a large video wall projection, called "STODGY: Store/Story/Body/Orgy," by Jessica Dellecave...all at this year's Mix Queer Experimental Film and Video Festival!

South Street Seaport, Manhattan, at the Waxing of the Moon

This ship, named The Peking, was docked at the pier and was large and empty. When I looked at the gangway, below, I was eerily and distinctly reminded of the ghost ship in Raul Ruiz's 'Three Crowns of the Sailor.'

Kiosks making promises.

And an odd free ride - as long as you're not wearing any medically-prescribed gadgets you might be safe on this ride. What is it? Watch your step!

The lonely pier ... the East River Drive runs through it!

A smaller boat and a high moon. This place may best be viewed at night, when the tourists (god bless them) and the revelers go back to their rooms.

The Brooklyn Museum and Its Complicated Architecture at Night

Out for a stroll one evening, feeling restless, and suddenly there it was, an architectural oddity practically on my doorstep.

On A Trip to Baltimore, I Found Myself Here...

Sometimes there's no there there, nor is there one here.