A colorful, carved wooden Indian stood outside a smoke shop, in the Village. You can see the smoking contraptions in the storefront, beyond.
When you work uptown like most New Yorkers, a walk around the Village is a breath of fresh air. As you can see, the afternoon sidewalk is empty of people. There are trees. And you can actually cross the street without looking for cabs, busses and speeding cyclists.
It seems like nothing bad could ever happen, in the Village.
Welcome to my photo blog. I'm an architect and I live in Brooklyn. I post about New York life, my fiance Mark, his car Clive and our dog.
I take photos daily on a Canon 40D and Leica dLux-5.
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