When I was taking these pictures, I was walking along and said to my mom:

“I don’t have any normal friends. Why can’t I have normal friends?”

At which point, I noticed the steam coming up from the street and stood there and took the following photos. I stood there for a good 10 minutes, shooting away, no regard for the fact that my hands were so cold they were about ready to fall off.

I guess the answer to my question is to be normal would be to have no passion for anything. Photographs:

This one above, I am totally and completely ambivalent about. As usual, I can’t make up my mind. I guess I just have to stare at it a while longer. Nevertheless, I like it, though people might think its boring.

Next:
The fog and the steam in a photo that scream New York:

And, of course, surprise, surprise, edited: