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These dormer windows [photo 1&3] look like 4 little rowhouses in the air. The water tower [top right picture] is hidden in an architectural extension on the roof.
The young man behind this wagon stepped away this afternoon. He has industriously worked this block for several weeks now.
When I first spotted him, I noted his hopeful attitude that hard work would see him through life on the streets. I doubt it will be enough. A rich nation should find remedies for such arduous poverty.
This open stroller thing is far from working
The passage way between these two open strollers is so narrow even the skinny pull through on tiptoes.
From my vantage, I just feel trapped. I am calculating an escape from a back door until I get to my stop.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not just the baby moms and dads I dread. Oldsters barely in control of their walkers also have me wondering how I’ll manage getting out.
And looking for the nearest exit.
Passing PS 527 I wonder if there are another five hundred twenty 6 public schools in Manhattan.
Streets are so much brighter on a bright, blue sky day.
Watching the river and watching to not get splashed is hard. Isn’t it?
It’s a matter of focus.
When I first got wind of this new craze, I was led to believe it was the sport of a senior crowd.
Today at our nearby court, I noticed the oldies waiting. It was a decidely young crowd batting set after set.
From our vantage, it does appear to be a pleasantly leisurely game.
I walk mostly over the same course in my neighborhood. Sometimes I take a new turn. Yay!
See the texture and detail.
It’s what makes even tenement buildings beautiful.
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