I was going to write an exciting narrative about my brief travels and edit my sloppy, surreptitiously-taken photographs in an attempt to mask my painful inadequacy as a photographer, but passing time proves the unlikelihood of that particular goal ever being reached. This is what you get, girls: a tidbit of New York through the lens of my camera, wielded as surreptitiously and infrequently as possible.
The apartment: view from the bedroom window and view from the kitchen.
En route to the Brooklyn Library, a bibliophile's lending emporium.
Strolling through Manhattan.
Morning after a night out.
A Brooklyn street.
More Manhattan.
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