I never claimed to be a famous photographer. (Okay, once I actually did claim to be a famous photographer, but I was twentysomething and hitting on an amazing girl in one of Long Island’s tawdrier bars “out east.” Was it … Bawdy Barn?)
If my inelegant eye doesn’t put you off too much, then enjoy these shots of West 34th Street today and the NYC skyline. (I regret not getting a shot of the Freedom Tower.)
A quick thanks to the U. S. Army for making me feel safer in Penn Station, really. Those guys look tough as nails, and just as sharp. They were visibly scanning every passerby right in the middle of the station, a task I can’t imagine is easy. But they were at the top of their game.
Hey Stephen King fans — you see that poorly taken snaphot that is second to last? That’s none other than the NYC entrance to The Lincoln Tunnel. Our good friend Larry Underwood had a particularly hard time entering and traversing that tunnel, didn’t he? (It was much easier for me, as I inhabit a different level of The Tower.)
“Baby, can you dig your man?”