Sunday, July 26, 2015

A Little Bit of Joy

Theres' a lot about New York that can seem somewhat squalid and "gritty".  There are the the rats, of course, the piles of garbage at night along the street, the blank stares of people wrecked by their mind numbing days, the smell of urine and gin that permeates the air at times... but if you are looking for it, even in some of the hotter, more tepid and grim places, like the subway at 2AM, there are these little pieces of art that give a little bit of hope and joy to the city.


It's this attention to detail, this history, this sense of timelessness that is just one of the reasons I love New York.

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