Day 186 of 365

She's real fine

I'm sure I could find out how many different addresses the series of interconnected buildings of Chelsea Market have, but I'm a bit lazy at the moment.

Day 137 of 365

Neighborhood watch

On 16th St., Chelsea.

Day 106 of 365

Star anchor

I read about these star anchors in The Times and then, a week later, I notice them for the first time.

Day 95 of 365

The American Book Bindery Building

I'd seen this faded American Book Bindery Building sign before -- probably when I used to take the bus into NYC from the Edgewater apartment and we'd get caught in the rightmost lane and be forced down Dyer Ave. and onto 10th Ave. A longer-than-usual backup at the traffic light near here allowed me the chance to spot it again today, and when I had pulled up to the light beneath it, I had my chance for a picture I'd long wanted to take.

Day 89 of 365

Down the center

I was drawn to this building by the bottom window, with the books lined up on the window sill. If I had my SLR, I would've zoomed in on that window, because the books intrigued me. The apartment is probably lined with them, covering every available inch of shelf or other flat space, hence those lined up along the window.

That's my theory, anyway.

Day 87 of 365

Crack in the sidewalk

Spring is springing in these here parts.

"Down the spiral staircase," Maine, May 2008

All the way down

Descending the spiral staircase of a lighthouse -- in this case, Pemaquid Point, Maine -- can be tougher than the climb. Pemaquid's a short tower (only 38 feet) isn't that bad, but climbing one of New Jersey's three sister towers -- Barnegat, Absecon (in Atlantic City) or Cape May, the shortest of which is 157 feet -- involves a rather simple, if arduous, climb to the lantern. You can pull yourself up with the railing and focus your eyes on the steps in front of you.

But going down, you slide your hand along the brass rail and watch the steps in front of you. The vertigo creeps in and the windows notched in the brick walls provide a good excuse to take a break and look out into the distance, giving your eyes a rest from the monotony of the winding stairs below you. It doesn't help that the wrought-iron steps have holes in them (easier to keep them clean and provide traction when wet, I'd imagine) so that you can see way, way down.