Manhattan — The sky, the weather, the color and clarity of light, each change by the second. New buildings rise and old buildings fall. But for those photographing the iconic skyline, the greatest variations come from behind the camera — from emotions born within, formed by our relationship with the city and then recast, consciously or not, in megapixels that reflect our momentary disposition. The result is not always rosy–it is New York.
For the first time in a lifetime of attending live sporting events, stadium traffic was a non issue. In fact, the five block walk from my apartment in Fort Greene to the Barclays Center to watch the Brooklyn Nets take on the Indiana Pacers was a much anticipated joy.
A black Lincoln Town Car sped away from New York Methodist Hospital in Park Slope, Brooklyn as Hurricane Sandy raged. Disoriented and delirious, I was in the back seat of the car on the verge of throwing up with each jerk of the wheel. Morphine will do that do you. On the radio, the dispatcher called, “Pickup at Prospect and 2nd. Any drivers? Anyone? Prospect and 2nd?” No one responded. “Are any drivers… Read More
There were just too many interesting nuggets, too many compelling sites. I had to put them online. I Spy NYC. That was the name and that was the blog. Sometimes people encouraged me by hitting the like button and leaving a comment on posts that they liked. Sometimes the site would go a day or two without a visitor. Nevertheless, I checked the site stats every 15 minutes every day, sometimes more often. On a few… Read More