There I go, imitating the greats.

This time, Margaret Bourke-White. Well, I try.

It was a dark and steamy night…

She saw a dark and mysterious man on the platform. They locked eyes. Nothing was ever the same for either of them.

And lovely New York City buildings.

Actually, its my hairy eyeball.

Yeah, I kind of like this place.

I’ve been waiting for you for over an hour. The next time you are late, I don’t even know what. So inconsiderate. You are always so inconsiderate.

No, I’m the pretty one. Jeez, you always start fights with me.

But I still bow to the master.

My paler immitation of May Ray:

The first of perhaps thousands of photos of Grand Central I will post to this site.