You Can't Fight City Hall...

...but you can take pictures of it.
I got this shot shortly before dusk, on the way over the Brooklyn Bridge. It's a soothing, very relaxing walk - or an exhilarating jog/bike ride.
If you're ever here in The City, I do recommend.

Caramel Sauce

I spotted this at the Starbucks at Broadway near Houston after stepping away from the keyboard for a few.
Since I haven't really felt like updating the blog most of this month (two week funk), what better thing to restart it with than a picture of caramel sauce/bathroom soap?

Friends

Clifton Park was the place to be on Saturday. I Megabussed up to Albany Saturday morning, and met up with Melissa (left) at the Rensselaer Amtrak station. Later, we met up with Lisa (center), and her husband Eric, his best friend Ben, and my college roommate John (outside the picture), most of whom I hadn't seen since late 2008.
An awesome time was had by all.

The Rooftop

Friday night found a few friends and I on a rooftop in lower Manhattan. On the downlow, of course.



We had to get past a sign, but the view (pardon the cellphone camera's nighttime quality) was worth it.
The bridges, of course are the Brooklyn (bottom) and the Manhattan (top).

The Reunion

I worked the opening night of a play called The Reunion on Thursday night. Very, very quiet show. It got rave reviews from the theatergoers, though.

The Rat

The Rat usually means trouble. As in, one union or another is pissed off with some employer here in The City.
When the unions're mad, the inflatable rat comes out, much like the one in front of this office building on 5th Avenue in the 40's.

God Is

Taken at the 23rd Street subway platform this evening after church.
Very apropos, don'tcha think?
By the way, it took me FORTY-FIVE MINUTES to make it out of church this evening, which means a lot to this introvert.

My Globetrotting Friend

The gal with the bottle opener in her hand is Gloria, a good friend of mine visiting New York for the week. She's in Paraguay, teaching harp on a Fulbright scholarship.
The bespectacled guy with the letter in his hand is your humble photographer. The guy eating at the table next to us took our picture between bites.
Gloria, who I originally met at Redeemer, is off to Senegal later this year for three months of harpistry. Hopefully back to New York after that?