1° F with windchill factor in NYC
Running between meetings in the city.
They don’t work.
Out of focus selfie with Gene Coffey. It’s the thought that counts; right?
The beautiful Gowanus Canal in the heart of Brooklyn.
The never ending conquering of the Manhattan airspace.
Maybe the dream is finally over.
I came across this guy in Gowanus this morning. He wasn’t bothered by the rain.
I love trees. They’re godlike and humble guardians at the gates of time. Nobler than I can understand.
I don’t know what the inside of my brain looks like but this is what it feels like now.
In bed today with a horrible post-holiday flu. Better than post-holiday blues, of which I have none, the reading material should tell you as much.
