on my way back from an errand i was taking photos of walls. if i hadn't been, i'm sure i would have missed this shot.

what caught my eye was the contrast of the red to the green...it is the holiday season.

after taking a few shots i realized that the red liquid wasn't nail polish, paint or something spilled from the first floor window ledge. it was blood.

i looked at it closely in disbelief, but it was. my right foot, out of frame was in a significant semi-evaporated puddle of it.

whatever happened in this spot was now over and only a few hours since.

the event was over and in true new york fashion everyone had moved on and a bit of human residue, like graffiti, the only reminder. that is until a super brings out a garden hose on monday morning and washes the marker to the curb.

After years of keeping shop on my own platform, I'm moving on Flickr for a bit.

Croncast, the core of my online presence (with that of my wife as well) has turned into the main place for our show and doesn't feel like a good home for things non-show related any longer.

Flickr offers everything that any publisher needs in the way of tools, speed and being search friendly.

I'm not a fan of what they're doing to photos of late with new compression and color changes, but that doesn't matter as it is simplest way to publish that I know of.

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we were passing this repainted cadillac on the way home from the met and it spoke to me. my youth was filled helping pinstripe and wet sand freshly painted cars with my father. he's work them for a week and before they were picked up my i had my chance to be a part of his art. he wouldn't call it that or say that he's creative, but the choice to paint in your spare time says elsewise.

we were passing this repainted cadillac on the way home from the met and it spoke to me. my youth was filled helping pinstripe and wet sand freshly painted cars with my father. he's work them for a week and before they were picked up my i had my chance to be a part of his art. he wouldn't call it that or say that he's creative, but the choice to paint in your spare time says elsewise.

we were passing this repainted cadillac on the way home from the met and it spoke to me. my youth was filled helping pinstripe and wet sand freshly painted cars with my father. he's work them for a week and before they were picked up my i had my chance to be a part of his art. he wouldn't call it that or say that he's creative, but the choice to paint in your spare time says elsewise.

all the best stuff at the met is hidden in nooks. or plain site for that matter. there is more to see than the eye can take in.

wish i knew for certain was goes around in her head.

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