Officially an ex-

I'm leaving New York tomorrow. I came here seven years ago (almost to the day). I arrived with work to do, and I leave here with work to do still. So it goes. There's always work to do, I suppose - otherwise you're not in the game.

Rainy Day Kristy

Caught on the roof in a thunderstorm.

Fully Air-Conditioned

Interiors

A scene from my own personal Carver country.

Sumo Security.

Not quite a doorman building, but still...

Short-Story Competition.

What's going on here? Submissions 1000 words or less. Mr. Carver will read first.

Traffic Lights Redux

Still not tired of the lights yet...

Every Day I Write The Book.

And always it begins looking like this.

Here Is New York

The SLR w zoom would have been handy here, but oh well.
Departure date, minus 23 days and counting.

Almost Me.

Random image, random apartment. Not-so random me. Another shadowy self-portrait.

Not Quite Greece.

Nor is it quite summer, for that matter.
No, in fact, it's Brooklyn again...that same bedroom window that innumerable images I've shot and featured here were taken through. Much here reminds me of postcards you see everywhere in Greece, on the islands. But no...it's Brooklyn in the winter folks.

Shadows.