Someone will be photographing your feet:

Thanks Hurricane Bill:

Please, $1 pizza establishment in Hell’s Kitchen, make sure to proofread your signs before you get them in neon, OK?:

In this one from Chinatown, I was going for super black with the photo:

I never know how to feel about posting other people’s art as part of my own photos. I try to make the excuse I am transforming their art into mine. Doesn’t make me stop feeling like a fraud though.

Up first:

OK, that wasn’t too bad. What about this one? I defy you not to laugh:

These next two, I just don’t even know what is going on:

Now I must confess. Boston holds a special place in my heart, with its Red Sox loving locals, weird roundabouts, confusing weathermen and hamburger attired marathon runners.

Of course Boston isn’t generally thought of as edgy. That is New York. You get a side of ‘tude with that edge, but whatever. Don’t write me angry all at once. Anyway, somehow here with this series of photos, I feel like I have given Boston some edge, whether it likes it or not:

In the entry below, she is a star. Here, she really needs some tender loving care:

She stands alone in the harbor. Everyone loves her. Oh the life of a worldwide icon:

I am breaking about a thousand of my own rules by posting a photo of someone I know. Oh god, I actually have to reveal things about myself up here as a result. This is a friend, actually, the one I spend the week with for my island vacation, Manhattan island vacation. As I mentioned he is a champion walker, champion black coffee drinker, champion rare steak eater and non-believer in the existence of the Times Square M&M store.