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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The Day They Gave Brains Out
Late summer, 1998: The rain was whipping up outside my office windows. Hurricanes...
Cataloging Our Culture
Holly Jolly, Bahoo Dorey, and all that. It's 'Black Friday' and we find ourselves once more at the...
Who Could Forget?
At this time of year we need to stop and think about all the truly wonderful things we have to be...
Intersection
Dave snapped this on his iPhone as he was crossing the street in Manhattan last...