I always forget Carl Schurz Park is one block from our apartment. Mrs. New York Portraits and I went for a walk at sundown tonight, through the park and then along East 78th Street. I'm not sure why I like 78th so much, but it feels very neighborhoody to me.
Above: an iPhone snapshot, looking toward the Queensboro Bridge.
The Pope stopped by my neighborhood today. I saw him through a tinted window in the back of his limo.
I guess I was hoping he'd cruise up 1st Avenue in the Popemobile.
On the way home at the end of a tough week, I found the streets around my apartment closed. The Pope has come to Yorkville, I was told, and we can't allow you to go home.
I asked officer Goldberg how long it would be. He said he didn't know.
I generally only mention photography-related news, but once in a while there's a story that has some interest for other reasons. For example: apparently their is a meat-cleaver-wielding maniac loose in my neighborhood this morning.
Psychologist Killed In UES Meat Cleaver Attack
"NEW YORK (CBS) ― Residents on the Upper East Side were in shock on Tuesday night after 56-year-old psychologist Kathryn Faughey was hacked to death with a meat cleaver inside an office building on East 79th Street and York Avenue at shortly after 9 p.m., police said.
The killer is still at large.
The NYPD said it is looking for a suspect described as a middle aged, blonde haired male, and is believed to be a patient of the deceased therapist. Police believe the suspect escaped through a basement exit into an alley after the attack."
Is this by the same person who did this? Notice the handwriting. And the exclamation point....
Ah, Yorkville. Home to some of the best private schools in the world. Sometimes the message may be harsh, but the penmanship fantastic.
No little heart dotting the "i" and no "o" filled in by a smiley face?
I stumbled onto this noble pack of snow pugs on 89th Street. If they find you stranded in a drift, they revive you by peeing on you.
The one in the background? He's about to revive that bike tire.
Ah, Yorkville. A boy came up to me and showed me the first snowball of the season.
In his imagination, I was taking one photo. In mine, another.
Ah, Yorkville. In the morning, half of the people you see on the street are going to work, half are not. Instead they're running some local errand or taking the kids to school. A lot of folks on the street, but not the kind of pressing crowds you get in other neighborhoods.
No shortage of dogs.
