Lamps and fences, these are a few of the things that I like. Fortunately there is no shortage of either to photograph in HamHi. 
As it turns out, there are a couple blocks of Bowery that are all lighting stores. I foresee visiting these places a lot when I get to Apartment Furnishing Phase III, to get ideas, and then head elsewhere to find cheap alternatives.
I was feeling pretty down today (stressed out, I was extremely productive all day but still felt like I was falling behind) so after work to calm my nerves I took one of my paradoxical walks into an insane part of Manhattan, at rush hour, with all this snowmelt still making everything miserable. 
Snow Day! Sort of. Our office was closed today due to the snowfall (even though it wasn't too bad, just a foot or so) so I am working at home.
Yes kids, thunder and lightning in this snowstorm. It's pretty amazing, actually.
For a non-Catholic, I am awfully taken by images of Mary (similarly: for a non-Christian, I am awfully interested in angels). In this shot I am happy that my manual focus is not terrible and that I successfully hid all the crap in the background with good light tricks.
Monday, an epic, 18-hour day, this one spent largely in very cold places, many of them actually outdoors.
It's the coldest day of the year so far, so of course that meant it was a great day to stroll around Lower Manhattan.
Today marks six months since I moved to New York. I'm someone who thinks an awful lot about anniversaries and other memorial intervals, so count on July 22 being a big deal. In short, it's been just right. I feel reborn. There are challenges, sure, but I am very happy about the choices I've made, the opportunities I have, and everything that lays ahead.
Caravan of Dreams, the vegan café below Matt's apartment. We ate, we listened to Bach, Berg, and Bernstein. And he's in a good place. And so am I.
Took a long slow walk home from the pool tonight.
It was about as gross as possible outside today, and I wanted my photo to capture some of that.
From the school down at 130 and Convent. There's lots of great stuff to photograph there. This long weekend was the rest and recovery I needed. Excited for a busy week ahead!
Lots of photos to choose from today even though much of the roll was stuff that Matt shot on our shopping stroll. But recalling that the editorial guideline for me is that my photo should be connected to how I feel each day, this is the best selection. It's been delightfully peaceful and pleasant (and cold, but it's okay).
Sadly, my series of photos of frozen cherries turned out unimpressive. This was the good shot for the day. 
As this project goes on, I want to do a lot of portraits. I love faces, they are a lot of the shots I do for work, and I could use the practice. So if you want to volunteer to be photographed by my clumsy hands, or want shots of you and your dog or whatever, drop me an email.
I did some housework today - put a rug in the living room, covering most of the awful linoleum. Once that was in I did some flash work with my statue of Baldr. Baldr's death heralds Ragnarök but he is reborn after the battle.
I chose this shot for personal reasons that are difficult to explain. A lot of things are ending right now. It's probably their time. I am trying to remember what matters. So I look at this. This place has always mattered. Being here has brought so much joy to me.
I commuted to New Haven for work today, something I've been doing on most Mondays since July, but this was the first such trip in about a month. In the interim period, a massive new skyscraper has been completed in town, and my workstation was moved up to the 3rd floor of the old office. So I was completely disoriented there, which, I have to confess, I liked.
After completing a 4200-yard One Hour Swim I went out for a delightful celebratory brunch with friends down in the East Village, where Matt just moved into a new apartment. I am in a fantastic amount of pain but it was a great event and great to have some very dear friends there to support me.
This is also an editing project, isn't it? This shot was saved from the dustbin by digital magic. Went over to Tanto Dolce at B'way/140 with my dear friend, the incredibly talented Ryan Carter, for a post-holiday catch-up. It's a nice little café (emphasis on the little) of which there are not so many, and not enough, in this neighborhood. Good for a scone craving.
Rough day to close out a rough week, and I felt like the photos I took today - lots of them, in all sorts of places - were all uninspired. Which I guess is unsurprising since personally I'm just exhausted. I got a nice shot of myself pretending to sleep; I think I liked it only because it projected where I really wanted to be. But I chose this one because because while I've been kind of big on "lights" this week, the color palette has been limited. I also was interested in the textures here.
This isn't quite the shot I was hoping it would be. I got to Columbia pretty early tonight and took some decent shots of a bunch of different things and this is the best one of the bunch. Would have preferred some focus on the moon there, but oh well.
I showed yesterday's picture to Matt and when I said Columbia he misheard "Columbus" and told me I needed to go look at the lights at Columbus Circle, which I did after work today. I like the starfield effect.
Holiday lights are still up on Columbia's 116th Street walk. I'm here at least three times a week for swimming. I imagine through the year I'll be posting a lot of photos from the Columbia campus. After nine years at Yale there are strange ways in which it's comforting to set foot on a university campus again, even if for an entirely different set of reasons.
This morning, the reflections of the windows on the western side of 7th Avenue wrote curious glyphs on the walls on the eastern side.
This is the nativity scene at the Catholic church at the foot of my block at 131st Street. I noticed it this morning looking decrepit in the gloom and knew I had to come back to get a shot of it at night.
This is the loveliest part of my Christmas tree, a gift from my parents. It's a real leaf dipped in gold, a bit how I figure Tolkien pictured the leaves of Laurelin. 
