More Texas.

Finding Religion.

Justin.... Austin, Tx.

So Far Out - Austin, Texas.

Gorilla.

This series might actually benefit from a few words. So.
Over the past couple of years I've been going to Gorilla Coffee on Fifth Ave in Brooklyn. As the saying goes, 'that's a damn good cup of coffee.' Also, fine people staff the joint. But it's been a place where I take my notebook, start the day easy, jog a few thoughts into being. I'm especially fond of the window seat, and I thought I might like to capture something of it, since I'm likely to be moving away in the near future. But I shot a few frames last week and failed to capture anything.
Today, instead of trying to manufacture one single image I shot several, all from the same seat, each framing different eyelines. And it occurred to me that this is the right way to go about it, because this is how I've always looked - never at the whole, always taking in different vantages, moment by moment. So here they are...a few views from the window seat at Gorilla.
A damn fine cup of coffee.

Me, I Disconnect From You. (And Now A Word From Our Sponsors...)

Edward Hopper-land?

I'm adding a few words, for a change. Somewhat by request - by which I mean that a couple of people, as if to prove that someone, somewhere, is actually viewing this nonsense - said they wanted a few words of accompaniment on occasion. So.

In explaining to one person the idea behind this visual record, I suggested that over a period of time it would give clues to my aesthetic sense, while also offering evidence of my moods and state of mind, sans words. And, I think that's proving true already. I noticed a little while back that the posts were lacking warmth, they were a series of forms and structures, largely unpeopled. The posts were lacking for that, becoming repetitive (hence the addition of the 'Kid' pic), Now, without going too deeply into 'confessional' mode, I realize that it's echoing a sense of disconnect I've been feeling here in New York. It's a yardstick of sorts. To paraphrase Groucho Marx, the question now is: 'Is that a frontyard stick or a backyard stick?'

<==To The Bridge.

Bed-Stuy, yo...

Kid.

Subway ride, Manhattan Bridge.

After 'Last Night.'

East-West

Street Still-Life