The short answer is everything.
I don't go in cars very often, so crossing the 59th Street Bridge was something of an adventure. All that metal and odd angles....
and the fun of a rear view mirror
and ending up in Queens -- pretty much terra incognita except around Deniz's house.
This light up bill-board for a church seems much more what one would expect from a 1940's movie theater. The Grecian urns add a classical note.
Back in home teritory, such a symphony of wheels on 23rd Street. The star is the Moto Guzzi.
On 22nd Street a mysteriously ecclesiastical door almost invites you in and then doesn't. I like the colors.
The gardens below my window are greening up -- note the deciduous pine tree behind the oregano.
This is my best picture from yesterday. The single flower got broken off the orchid I bought at Trader Joe's. The background is a piece of scrap paper from Robert's art table.
Things I never take pictures of:
the homeless
mad people
children (except my own family)
sports cars
Apparently Amazon thinks my poem book is a 'hot new release'!
I'm astounded.
