I am endlessly frustrated with Manhattan. It’s too crowded, noisy, and superior. But like any relationship, the passion, and the connection to what is beautiful within the mess, keeps me in there, and falling in love over and over again. There is so much beauty.
Empire State Building. Early evening.
Sometimes, where it’s least expected. It’s why, after 26 years, I intend to grow old here.
Pilings along the Hudson River.
Marilyn on city street
A door from one of the buildings at St. John the Divine.
The U.S. Senate; an apt. bldg on 2nd Ave.
McDonald’s on Essex St. Manhattan
At the Met.
The Write Side of 59 