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Category Archives: Street
In the Spirit
There is indeed something special about the Spirit of the Season in the City. It is the unexpected waft of the odor of pine trees; the newly formed aisles of trees to be walked through on what is normally a cement sidewalk through-way. It is the brightly colored packages carried out of stores and shops …
Fake Trees vs Real
The juxtaposition of the fake garland wrapped around the real tree limb. I’m still working through that one.
Street Lights
6:35 a.m. A cacophony of car horns. I lie there wondering what is the cause of the irregular honking. And then it stops. And then it starts up again. I look out of my bedroom window and see that the traffic light on the North corner of the street is stuck. The North flow traffic …
The Day of the Drunken Santas
It’s Saturday. At first I noticed a Santa at 10 am and thought he must be on his way to a gig. Then as I was out and about I began to see other Santa Clauses, too many for one day of attending to kids in the City. I asked one white-bearded young man. His …
Signs
[The bottom of the black door is visible just above the cement threshold in the photo left. The foreground in the second photo is press board, that stops one from stepping into the abyss.] Really don’t know which part of this tickles my fancy most. Is it the wording of the sign, beginning with ‘warning’ …
More 5th Avenue
One of my favorite sights: the ultra-expensive jewel-box jewelry store with million dollar bling in the plate-glass front window while on the corner outside a hotdog-pretzel-seller at his cart is sending up smoke clouds as he fires up his grill. It costs to walk down 5th Avenue at Christmas. Dollars to the unique percussion performer …
5th Avenue
One way to experience the Retail Christmas Season is hailing a cab at the Plaza Hotel at 12:30 am and driving south on 5th Avenue, hitting the wave of green lights and thus, not having quite enough time to look both right and left to take in the lights and sights. Your ride begins passing …
Shoes
Consciously noting the shoes on the feet around, in front of, and beside me, is thought provoking. Ballet-type slippers on girls with nimble feet, leopard print flats on sleek, hair-helmeted blondes of a certain age, gucci fabric loafers on moms in tight jeans with four year olds in tow, florescent green soles on sport shoes …
Signs
There it was. A key. Lying just a mere foot from the curb at the corner of 11th & 4th, a unique looking key a bit bigger than usual, ornate at the top. Monday morning. Did a female give it to a guy and he dropped it after they went their separate ways? Or some …