Bric-a-brac

In downtown Brooklyn there are brick houses and hammocks.

F is for Feline

Here we go, in tandem... a Dutch, a New Yorker, and Porteños.

Greenstone

Completely basil-ed out in Brooklyn.

Irish

At the Lower East Side, the homeless Irish veteran asked me for some change.
I didn't have any but I asked if I could take a picture of his strong, curious eyes.

Minorities

I saw it flapping in Carrol Gardens.

Falling rooftops

Supposedly there are almost no more roof tile fixers left in Japan.
The younger generation have migrated to the cities,
the older generation is left with a bad back and a deteriorating roof.
I hope there is a balance to be found.

Cheese Choir

Today I had Bleu d'Auvergne, some Brie and a ricotta bread loaf.
Is there such thing as too much cheese?

Les filles française

J'aime le beauté charismatique et elle air frivole.
Mes dames Chantal Goya et Anna Karina.

Far away

I haven't traveled at all this summer. Though I really enjoy being in NY with all that's going on-
Somewhere far, far away this patch of land reaps its harvest.

Tigre

Somewhere in the Southern Hemisphere lies the Tigre River with all its bearings. Sinking rust, a lone house and a suspended chico.

Scarred

I was on line for this peep hole art exhibit. Something to do with looking through this hole to see a three dimensional space made from a two dimensional material... I never found out what it was as the guy in front of me had a crazy scar on his head. It was very distracting, far more interesting to me than the shepherd's bait for the herd.

BBQ

Nothing says more about Brooklyn summers than the wafting smell of Barbecue.

Dinner

Ribbit