you don't need to iron it

if you hang it up just like that.
west newyork*

my shoes sing blues.

5th ave. apple store*

I 'm busy anyways..

wash your hands after taking picture.
williamsburg

swimming in watercolor..

Some photos mean a lot for the one who takes it...

I took this picture in east village; in one of the blocks on East Houston;

it was the time of sunset..

I was carrying books in one hand and taking the shot with the other..

motion, lack of light.. my picture came out so blur

But I love it, simply...

For me it is like a painting in watercolour rather than being a photograph...

I fall in love with the tones.. pink-beige powder color sky.. the tree.. windows..

each light is different life...

and the life changes under different lights..

I've decided that day; this picture will be the first one to be framed when I have my own apartment..

gives me good feelings when I look at it...

somehow I couldn't pick this one to post before.. I guess I was waiting for the right time.

This picture is dedicated to Alfonso De Torres who blows colors to beautiful beige papers and the colors always know where to perch..

eating sushi in bryant park.

autumn is beautiful in NewYork../ if you have an umbrella.../
bryant park*

life is uncertain

I like photos that talk for itself. they dont need a load of piffle..
walking on the 1st ave*

upside down in midtown

You think..
being away from the crowd
flying in the sky
being high
is the way to stay in peace.
whereas,
being in the crowd
staring at the sky
is could be the way...
happiness must be easier.

1st ave. roosevelt island tram*

from the sky...

from the ground...

tropical ice cream

in case of you get tired after dancing with colors...

hell's kitchen*

when something is missing

why dont we have a trip together
who knows, somewhere around the corner
life is happier...
avenue A*

what I say

east village*

ants like art

Another Momary...
@moma*

BroadwaY

Here the streets and the avenues are in order.
But there is an exception and you see it when you look from somewhere higher...
Fifth Avenue @ 34th Street*

a night at nublu

If you ask Ilhan Ersahin about the magic happening at 62 Avenue C,
he'll give you an enigmatic answer: "We're just playing music."
east village*

the demolitio+N

I think he is a friend of lucy*
125th st. harlem*

mascots of new.york.zity

In temperate regions early spring is the hardest time of year for the squirrels, since burried nuts begin to sprout and are no longer avaliable for the squirrel to eat, and new food sources have not become avaliable yet. *wikipedia
Give nuts to squirrels! then watch the way they eat in a hurry.
I love it...


east harlem*

central park*

solitude

a MoMAry...
5th avenue, 53rd street*

city of solutions

bLah, BlAh, blaH..
east hudson*

the neighbours of God.

1st avenue*

the wizard of oz

A ladder, a water hose and a bleach.
And I am Dorothy Gale.
columbus avenue*

Harlem

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore

And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Langston Hughes*

harlem*