Photo by myself at the Union Square subway station.
Jam sessions at bigger, well-trafficked subway stations are typical. Many of them sell cds of their work.
Here's a nice picture to start off the work week. These fellows were playing a feisty tune for commuters during rush hour.
Photo by myself, from the lanes at Bowlmor, a bowling alley on University Place.
There are bowling alleys in the city, but you have to know where to find them. I went to one last week for a friend's birthday party, which was fun.
Photo by myself in Midtown.
By the time I leave the office, the sky is dark. But there are always streetlights, headlights and store lights brightly lit.
Just ahead, a street vendor sells water and pretzels. Across the street lies Duane Reade, a popular pharmacy chain in the city.
Photo by myself underground.
The ease of laptops these days means you can get your stuff done anywhere.
Photo by myself, hurtling down the FDR Expressway.
I took a cab home from work Wednesday, since I worked late. We flew down the FDR Expressway along the East River. The city looked brightly shiny.
Ahead, you can see the Brooklyn Bridge stretching across the roadway.
Related posts: From Under The Bridge, More of the Brooklyn Bridge and Not a Bad View From Here.
Photo by myself in Midtown.
The area around Port Authority and Times Square may be cleansed, but there are still gritty bits in the city here and there.
Seeing these places open and running in the mornings, I have to say, is quite weird.
Related posts: Life's Seedy Underbelly and All You Can Eat.
Photo by myself of the bandshell in Central Park.
The shadow cast by the half dome reveals that the concrete surface is curved and coffered.
Photo by myself of Radio City Music Hall, around 6th Avenue and 50th Street.
A photo taken a while ago of Radio City Music Hall. I liked the colors and curly-cue script.
Photo by myself in Brooklyn.
The long-awaited day came Saturday. Rupert, our new Boston Terrier, came home with Mark and me. It was a day full of getting acquainted, buying a leash and attempts to pee.
I'm happy to report success on all counts!
Photo by myself in Brooklyn, around Sunset Park.
I'm not sure whether the above photo shows subsidized housing or not, but you have to love the fake grass lining some of the balconies.
Photo by myself around 125th Street, in Harlem.
Earlier this year, Mark and I drove by the elevated subway line in Harlem. The sheer size of the trusses struck me as being monumental.
New York doesn't have an elevated train as they do in Chicago. The subways typically run below ground, except for moments like these in Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens and the Bronx.
Related posts: Moving on Up.
Photo by myself in midtown, around 6th Avenue and 34th Street.
A small pizza place open to the sidewalk, is aglow with neon.
Photo by myself backstage before a photoshoot in the West Village.
I had the chance to go backstage of a photoshoot recently, for a magazine. My time entailed a lot of sitting around and noshing on foods, while clothes were ironed and people were primped.
There are slews of photography studios around, many housed in the large warehouses on the fringes of the city.
Photo by myself in Park Slope, Brooklyn.
A bar in our neighborhood posts funny quips to draw people in for happy hour. This one riffs on the Republican nominee for Vice President.
Photo by myself in Brooklyn.
A NYC cab is repaired for a flat tire.
Photo by myself in Sunset Park, Brooklyn, around 60th Street and 8th Avenue.
Mark and I only recently discovered a neighborhood of Chinese and Vietnamese markets and restaurants in Brooklyn. Now we don't have to travel to Manhattan for dim sum or a hearty bowl of noodles.
Many of the open markets sell live fish and shellfish. This young girl was put off by the crabs wriggling in the bin.
Photo by myself in the subway at Penn Station.
A brass jazz group was jamming on Friday night, drawing a small crowd.
Photo by myself on the subway.
After a long day, people will take a nap anywhere they can.
Photo by myself in Greenwich Village at the Washington Mews, a tiny street just north of Washington Square Park.
A couple visitors came upon this street by accident. Behind a set of black gates is a cobblestone street and tiny, historic buildings. Many of the buildings are peoples' homes. The brick building ahead houses New York University's Institute of French Studies.
Photo by myself earlier this year at the Shake Shack, a popular eatery in Madison Square Park, around 23rd Street and 5th Avenue. The line for thick shakes and hot dogs wraps around the park.
It's the monthly City Daily Photo Theme Day again, and this month's theme is 'Lines'.
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