A Polar Bear from the Central Park Zoo
Usually by this time I am complaining bitterly about the long spell of snow and ice…it will be close to sixty degree today.
This fellow probably floated down on an ice floe!
The Unexplained Absence of Winter
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Not Exactly the Death of Marat
Carefully concealed manboobs...and it's gonna stay that way.
This is not my usual style of photography, so I am still working on some technical aspects. Still, I think it captures the idea of the original painting.
The Last Supper
A weather bas relief of the Last Supper found in a Harlem Sculpture Garden
The art is not in the work itself, but in the weathering, the growth of mold and general decay of the piece. Click on the photo and zoom into to see the details (none of which any human hand can take credit for) which make this a piece of Found Art.
(Stitched Panorama photo)
Big Bronze Ones
I'm sorry, I see what I see, and those are big huge testicles.
Sculptor Peter Woytuk’s creations line the mall along Broadway, and I think they all are amazing. I truly appreciate his sharing his work with all of us in the City and love it even more that Upper Manhattan get’s them when these sort of things usually adorn the East Side and Midtown.
But, every single time I see these two pears…all I can see are giant bronze testicles and I giggle like the 13 year old boy I am inside.
They bring joy to my heart, I hope that makes up for any unintended insult!
Rescue!
One of the chiefs from last night's fire.
I never wanted to be a fireman growing up, always seemed crazy to WANT to run into burning building. At least a cop had a human foe and as good a chance to get the bad guy as the bad guy of getting him. (I learned much later when I became a cop that your odds are much better of getting in a traffic accident than ever being harmed by another human being.) Still, I give props to the Fire Dogs, who actually do heroic things every day. The risk evens things out for all the women finding them WAY hotter than they do cops (and middle aged photographers)