
Afternoon sunshine and shadows.
NYC.

Afternoon sunshine and shadows.
NYC.

Late afternoon rain sweep down the East River, NYC, after the heat of a long pre-summer Sunday.
iPhone out the window.

What to say? I have always loved my records which were bought back in the day after much scrimping and saving for the absolute favourites, to have and to hold in my hands with love forever, never ever to part.
Solace in moments of delicious loneliness they wear their needle scratches much as I wear now the lines on my face but hear the songs, the tracks of your youth, and the years peel away. Forever young.
Unbelievably (why do I say this?) Bob Dylan and Van Morrison among others will be playing concerts during the summer out at Forest Hills in Queens. Do I want to be there? You bet! But I’m on the move in and out of NYC over the summer and I can’t commit to tickets, on the assumption that they’re not sold out already.
So Happy Birthday Bob, what’s 75 years when we were all so much older then but younger than that now?

Black coffee and a slow morning going nowhere . . .

Harlem sunset . . . . NYC.

Smiling for the camera.
NYC.

Totting up the tab in New York City deli world . . .

The long view, Central Park Sunday afternoon.

A quiet NYC corner in the dark.

The Barbican, a City of London housing complex with the largest performing arts centre in Europe built from the rubble of WWII bombing.
Through the maze of leading lines we eventually arrived at the photographic exhibition curated by Martin Parr – Strange and Familiar Britain as viewed by foreigners from the 1930’s through to today.
An impressive list of foreigners, an absolute must see!
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