Les Sirenes was mesmerizing. 

Newborns are better at the world than most adults, it turns out. America is making us dumber.

Under the steel and glass.

Boat

S’more perfection.

There is little that is more satisfying than ending a long day of riding by setting up camp, getting that fire going, opening a beer, and just sitting.

Today was especially satisfying because Ilanna and friends joined about an hour later, which I look forward to more of in the future.

The edge of Manhattan.

Here’s Brooklyn, being majestic AF.

This kid seemed alternately fascinated and terrified. The only question is if the target of his vacillating emotions was due to the birds or the man.

Today I made a solo ride out toward the Delaware Water Gap. Generally, riding solo is a great chance to catch up on my entirely-too-long backlog of podcasts. But sometimes, the scenery around you is so intense, so beautiful, that you have no choice but to shut off all sound and just enjoy being a part of the world.

I adored watching this dazzling bundle of colors take flight.

If I lived here, I think I’d feel obliged to wear a fedora any time I passed through this entryway.

Another urban abyss. I kind of love walking around the downtown Wall St. area, because so much of the road is torn up, and it’s always fascinating to me seeing that ground level is anything but.

Urban Abyss.

Well this is quite a predicament. Today is a really bad, no good day. I have nothing of worth to show for this entire day, so in lieu of a timely photograph, I’m going to post one from the future.

The many women of Atlantic Avenue.

In my experience, graffiti just generally is. It is not created. Lo, it is finally seen mid-creation.

Oh look, it’s the mohawked piano man of Washington Square Park.

Say hello to our friendly neighborhood fruit vendor.

Today I finally got to take a breath and rediscover the joy of getting into the city with only my camera in hand. It’s been a busy and immensely stressful month. Sometimes, we all just need a break.

Somewhere in Brooklyn tonight, a man is celebrating a miracle.

This was a tightly orchestrated weekend of family festivities, but I was able to duck out for a solid eleven minutes to roam Boston and hunt for a quick shot.

The beautiful and beaming Ari shows us just how to enjoy the Hora Loca.