Gone to America

My Dad’s comment upon seeing this ride at Coney Island: “If they threatened me with that, I’d talk”.

My parents with Lenin on the roof of Red Square – the building they’re staying in on Houston.

This PSP is nearby, that PSP is just bloody enormous.

Somebody put a few bits of tape on this cross light on Houston near work. Instead of telling you to stop walking, it now tells you to Rock Out.

The intersection of Broadway and Houston. All my US$ so far this year have been earned within a block of here.

A little tour of my apartment. My room isn’t lit very well. Spring is here!

The snow swirls outside Julian’s office on the southern tip of Manhattan.