There are definitely a few portals to Hell located somewhere in New York City Subway.
How would you like to get there — by local, express, or would you rather go to the yard?
Ooooh, horsies
Interesting fact about NYPD horses from http://www.nyc.gov/html/nypd/html/transportation/horses.html :
“Most horses are now named after deceased members of the NYPD, although some have names that commemorate their donors.”
Another lunch break well spent
Our own Brooklyn bred half-assed Houdini, David Blaine, is doing a 36 hour stand in on a column in Bryant Park.
I’ve got the exposure wrong, but Canon’s stitch assist mode is working nicely.
He’s got a cathether for peeing, some water and a cell phone. He is going to jump onto some cardboard boxes in about an hour. Notice the camera array on the boottom — that’s for Matrix-style effect. All you need for that is just a bunch of 35mm cameras firing at the same moment, which gives you a 180 degree view of a frozen in time object.
Where are all the baby pigeons?
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Anyone wants to hazard a guess about what this is?
Whatcha gonna do when the come for you
The cool thing about digital cameras is that you can waste as much “film” as you want shooting blindly.
Police decals are made out of some reflecting plastic, so they show up weirdly in the light of a flash (which of course I did not mean to use, but forgot to turn off).
Hood ornaments in the hood
I went to buy myself something to eat, and lo a behold: Christie’s is having a collectors’ car exhibition at Rockefeller Center.
I wonder, in the time of those cars, would the pedestrians rather be disemboweled by this
or this
Thingy in Japanese store
Can you guess what this is?
Oh, here is a clue:
Give up? Find out
A Kodak moment
The Kodak billboard’s screen that shows eye animations made a funny face. No wonder, that “Stitch” billboard is creeping me out too. I did not even notice that Fleet bank’s billboard was missing a crucial letter :)
New York can be pretty otherwordly at night.
You’ll tell me this is just a road crew laying asphalt. Riiiight. That’s what they want you to believe.