Towards the subway.

What is life?
It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across
the grass and loses itself in the sunset.

Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior 1830 - 1890

Ohh Jack!

.....Six days left to go

"El Batman?"

"You've still got a few days left champ!"

9 steps through October

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Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And perspective it is the painter's art. ~William Shakespear

Street art and a silent epitaph.

LXXXI

Or I shall live your epitaph to make,

Or you survive when I in earth am rotten,

From hence your memory death cannot take,

Although in me each part will be forgotten.

~William Shakespear

New york skyline

New York served as the capital of the United States from 1785 until 1790.

The Sun in the city

The sun is the star of the city. The sepia tone driven buildings and all the metal calling spears try to hide from it's luminous matter (including other nomadic structures, bicycle messengers, dirty lawyers, politicians and fake meteoroids)

Another shift in the view.

So close

Same view

~Informal drift, waiting and able

to know your lens, a golden fable:

sweeten nix of ferment streets

thy sword delayed

The waters call,

You swim the barren

the blind in craze

tis was indeed:

don't walk in haste

- The last olive rolls

Soon to be water droplets

Must be the coming of rain that cleans and holds the city intact.

Light the way..

It might rain.