A motorcycle reflected in an apartment building door on West 44th Street. I did manage to get a few pictures on my very brief walk last weekend.
I'm sure we're all very glad that the cruelest month is finally behind us, but I don't suppose we'll have much reason to sing about the merry, merry month of May.
Except for my daily mantra: The sun is shining. The birds are singing. I'm not sick.
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