Continued from Part One On a late winter Sunday in February 2015, cabin-fevered from weeks of cold and ice (I complain equally bitterly about summers when they are hot and…
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On a late winter Sunday in February 2015, cabin-fevered from weeks of cold and ice (I complain equally bitterly about summers when they are hot and humid for weeks on…
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Continued from Part 1 There are still some parts of Manhattan I haven’t been in with regularity since I began photographing this website in 1998, and the area in the…
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There are still some parts of Manhattan I haven’t been in with regularity since I began photographing this website in 1998, and the area in the West 140s from St.…
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Late November 2014. I decided to walk most of the length of one of those Bronx roads with classic names I hadn’t paid all that much attention to, yet its…
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Late November 2014. I decided to walk most of the length of one of those Bronx roads with classic names I hadn’t paid all that much attention to, yet its…
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Continued from Part 1 When I left off last week, I had just entered Midland Beach, which is only partially developed as the ground is quite marshy and punctuated by…
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Arrochar, the first part of Staten Island that the S-53 bus visits when it comes off the Verrazano Bridge from Brooklyn, is often the starting point for my Staten Island…
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One of Manhattan’s oldest streets was named very early on, in the 1660s, and commemorates the paddle-tailed, dam-building, aquatic rodent whose pelts made up the chief avenue of commerce between…
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Believe me, this page has been a long time coming. It’s not that it’s been heavily researched and photographed; no more so than most FNY pages. These photos were taken…
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CONTINUED FROM PART 1 On a crystal clear day in September, I took the A train like Ellington uptown to the 145th Street station and started idly milling about the…
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On a crystal clear day in September, I took the A train like Ellington uptown to the 145th Street station and started idly milling about the upper Manhattan neighborhoods of…