A bold statement for New York, right?
I love stories, so even seeing the word written out is enough to catch my eye. I noticed this phrase on my walk home from an event tonight, written in simple white text on the glass of a well-known New York City building. Can you guess which one?
Saturday morning run through Central Park. It was my first time visiting as a resident, not just a tourist, and jogging up the path to 81st Street without any agenda was glorious.
Sunday afternoon I wandered around the West Village, checking out the cafés (I have yet to find my go-to place.) It was cold, but I managed to take off my gloves to capture a few shots.
The Village is full of rich reds, browns and greens, and noticed how yellow taxis stick out here more than other places in the city.
This West Village fountain is a refuge for the city’s weary pigeons.
Our Lady of Pompeii Church on Carmine Street, framed by trees still looking bare and wintery. Hopefully spring is coming soon!
Few window displays compare to Anthropologie’s. They’ve really got design down in their stores. I love this arrangement of the iconic Anthora coffee cup, each one filled with a small plant, at the Rockefeller Plaza store location.
(Look closely and you can see 30 Rock reflected in the window.)
Eighth Avenue and 46th street, New York City.
Captured over the summer from The High Line, this photo is one of my favorites. I love the surrealist nature of the billboard, which itself seems surreal against the the muted brown tones of the city, the grays of the clouds. And those floating fingers are just endlessly interesting.
Photo: “Overpass,” taken at sunset last summer on a Route 17 overpass near my house. Makes NJ look not so bad, right?
Photo: “Colors of Awe,” taken at the Centre Pompidou modern art museum in Paris, France. Published in Notre Dame’s Spring edition of The Juggler.