Tag Archives: Verrazano Narrows Bridge
Seen Through Fog
There’s a story behind Staten Island Ferry orange. I can’t tell it but can hear its tone revealed in a soothing voice- over through early morning fog. Routine commuting becomes heightened by the transcendent moments before the marathon begins on the … Continue reading
Staged and Charged Up (Day 2,669)
No photos ever of me in Brooklyn. Some in Queens— an Astoria fourplex with unfinished hardwood floors. Manhattan all over beginning inside the helm of the Flat Iron. The Bronx north of 232nd Street indoors and out. Even one on … Continue reading
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