A lovely New York day spent in Central Park, the Met (Steichen, his 1904 Flatiron picture below), and Cafe Sabarsky (goulash and spaetzle!), all swirled with icy flurries.

Irascible Petrus Stuyvesant–Old Silver Leg–working his peg. The bravado, buckles, bows, the booty of it all…

The nickname derives from the stick of wood studded with silver nails that was his ill-fitting artificial limb. That would make me cranky too. Below: New Amsterdam! I think I can make out the Woolworth Building from here…

A day spent walking and talking. click to expand.

The indigenous and fickle tree shoe caught in a moment of vagrancy amidst its annual winter migration.

After a decade of living here its odd to see New York through new eyes. Kinda like a chance encounter with an ex you consider for a fleeting moment getting back together with, as in “why did we ever break up again?” No doubt in a week or so I’ll be having the “oh right, [...]