There are days and events that, for one reason or another, become part of our visceral memories. Days of joy and days of unimaginable pain and sadness. I will always remember where I was when the nation learned that President Kennedy had been shot, when the Challenger exploded, and when the horrific events of 9/11 began.
A walk down Fifth Avenue and a few images that are quintessentially New York. The Plaze Hotel, a street musician, and a tribute to photographer Bill Cunningham at Bergdorf Goodman Department Store.
A steel girder from the World Rtrade Center in a memorial at the East Northport Fire Department.
Nothing is more facinating in a the facades of city buildings.
I’ve always found doors and windows fascinating photographic subjects — and what better place to snap pictures than walking through New York City.
We took the Long Isalnd Railroad into The City (of course I mean New York City) on Sunday for one of our favorite walks — From Penn Station to Chinatown and back, with time out for lunch. More city photos tomorrow.
May 24 – On Wednesday drove on Interstate 10 from from Van Horn or Kent, Texas, on our way to Davis Mountain State Park. The ruins of this school building were on the Interstate exit road.
May 19 – The main drag in Van Horn, Texas. Just off interstate – 10, nothing but wide open spaces.
May 11 – Once again staying at the KOA Campground in Chula Vista, California, about ten miles from the border. I took this photo of a gown & tuxedo store on the main drag.