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This was shot on Broadway and
W 17th St near Union Square Park. You wouldn't believe that back in the 18th century this area was nothing but farmland. It wasn't until after 1811 sidewalks and houses were added to the landscape.
I sat on a step and had sushi from Whole Foods the other day, meanwhile people watching.
I miss Philly and its food carts and amazing hole-in-the-wall sushi bar. :-\
A Marine Veteran poses during the Students for Peace Anti War rally in Union Square Park - New York City March 2003
Union Square Park NYC circa 1988.
It was just a little market back then, not the sprawling monolith it is today.
I met a couple in Union Square. The girl was taking picture of the boy. Look at her smile. She was very happy after the work was done. It must be a good shot!
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Walking to the subway tonight I passed this chalk art in progress (the artist was off to the left). A large crowd had gathered to watch, and I was certainly not the only one taking photos!
I like to think I'm the only one who took this shot, though. (And given that I was the only one crouching to the ground, I think I was.)
It turned into a "I've missed you" hug instead.
Corner of Union Square West & 16th Street, Manhattan, New York.
I used to work with this guy--an engineer--who was the living definition of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). He couldn't enter my office without rearranging a stack of papers on my desk or straightening a picture on the wall. One night while at his house for dinner, I noticed that the books on his bookshelf were arranged with the tallest on the left to the smallest on the far right. Not one book out of order--a perfect staircase of literature. He folded his t-shirts by lying them face down, folding in the sleeves, followed by a vertical fold to each side, and then three folds from the bottom to the neck. He had twenty of them--ten white and ten black. They all were within a millimeter of each other when folded. His kitchen cabinets and refrigerator displayed the same compulsion for symmetry. He loved Bach and disdained Debussy.
When I saw this building I was immediately reminded of this old acquaintance. He would have loved the symmetry and raved about the genius of the architect and interior designers. It occurs to me that we humans do have some affinity for order. There is a certain comfort that comes from symmetry and homogeneity. Me on the other hand: I long to rent one of those rooms and let my "freak flag" fly. Purple curtains with orange polka dots would look quite awesome against that brick exterior don't ya think?
San Francisco, CA