Urban poetry

A fire escape on the Lower East Side a few years ago.

Saturday reflections

I am not sure what building this was, but I think it was probably the old Governor's House or one of the other buildings in the Dowlat-Abad Gardens, in Yazd, Iran.

Travel Flashback: Urban poetry

Motorcycles parked on the street in downtown Tehran in 2015.

Many of my pictures from the city streets were taken from inside a moving car, so they're often a little blurry, but they capture the sense of the city the way I remember it.

Travel Flashback: Tehran reflections

Travel flashback: Tehran

Outside the wonderful Malek Library.

Travel flashback: Golestan Palace

Some pictures from 2015 of the Golestan Palace complex in Tehran.

I read this week that it's been damaged by bombs as part of the stupid and unforgivable war we've started, and I've been looking at old pictures and feeling grateful that I got to visit Iran back when it was still doable. I've been lucky enough to visit many wonderful places, and this is still one of the best trips I've ever taken.

Urban poetry

The view from my living room a few weeks ago.

On Tuesday it was 80 degrees. Yesterday it snowed. I miss having actual seasons.

Sunday bird blogging

I haven't taken a long lens to Central Park in a long time; it's just too heavy to lug around when walking is already problematic.

So this grackle is from a few years ago. The picture is noisy, and not as sharp as it could be, but hey, it's a bird. And I do love those mean yellow eyes.

Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out

The Tenth Avenue bus yesterday. That snow bank was not as daunting as it appears in this photo; there was a path behind it for getting on and off the bus.

Snow

What I woke up to yesterday morning after a long night of blizzarding. It snowed until mid-afternoon, but fortunately we don't have the freezing temperatures we had after the last storm and it's already melting a little.

Saturday reflections

(Posted late because last night I felt like lying flat on my bed and watching television was too exhausting.)

The Church of the Holy Trinity on East 88th Street—not to be confused with Holy Trinity Church a few blocks south—as a winter afternoon slides into twilight.

What this photo lacks is the soundtrack of drip drip drip from snow melting off the eaves, which was an unpleasant reminder of what was going on at that moment in my apartment a few miles away (now apparently resolved, though I still have some painting/repair in my future.) Another blizzard is on the way, with up to two feet of snow expected. Can I just say—Yuck!

Urban poetry

(I thought I must have posted this one, but if I did I can't find it.)

A row of brownstones on the Upper East Side last August. It's very February today, gray and rainy, so this picture looks especially attractive to me. And it's no longer raining inside my apartment, so I can actually focus on other things.