There is a pervasive state of decay to this city. The relentless heat and moisture tear everything from structures to streets slowly apart. There is a charm in that though. Life goes on, sometimes ending, but always rising in another form.
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Parking Garage Rooftop
My brother-in-law parked the car on one of the upper levels of the garage in downtown West...
Intersection
Dave snapped this on his iPhone as he was crossing the street in Manhattan last...
Drama No. 23
The rain was drizzling down on the corner across from the Clover Diner. An...
Marshall Square Park
We had been at the hospice with Dave's mother all that week. I stopped to take this as we...