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The strangest photo of the Brooklyn Bridge you have ever seen….

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Why would I photograph the Brooklyn Bridge like this?

I could, but I’m not going to. No, while I was walking across the bridge and I noticed this:

A big bolt. And, another peach of a bolt:

Down below:

Oh and New York City, good luck with that campaign of yours:

I had to ask this nice Italian boy to move so I could take this picture. He also probably didn’t get why I had to take the picture.

And of course, because after all, they do hold this whole thing up:

So, I thought, I’m going to take this photo:

To, you know, keep it strange. I love keeping it strange.

My bus trip to Washington DC

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My tributes to great American artists continue. This time, its Jeff Koons. What I am trying to get across is the commercialization of our American cities and the death of individuality. NOT! I liked the sprinkles on the donut and of course I had the camera with me. What else is new?

A picture is worth a thousand words in this case. Here is my arm and my half drank coffee from Dunkin’ Donuts. I snapped this photo after I sat down at another seat, but decided there wasn’t enough space. When I got up, the girl I was sitting next to burst in tears. I’ve made people cry before, but never that quickly.

Here are my fellow travelers. I didn’t take a picture of the girl who cried. Sarcastic, yes, but mean I am not.