Carl Schurz Park

I always forget Carl Schurz Park is one block from our apartment. Mrs. New York Portraits and I went for a walk at sundown tonight, through the park and then along East 78th Street. I'm not sure why I like 78th so much, but it feels very neighborhoody to me.

Above: an iPhone snapshot, looking toward the Queensboro Bridge.

Post Pope Post

Eventually, the Pope left Yorkville and I was allowed to go home.

The Pope Comes To Yorkville

The Pope stopped by my neighborhood today. I saw him through a tinted window in the back of his limo.

I guess I was hoping he'd cruise up 1st Avenue in the Popemobile.

Pope-A-Zao

On the way home at the end of a tough week, I found the streets around my apartment closed. The Pope has come to Yorkville, I was told, and we can't allow you to go home.

I asked officer Goldberg how long it would be. He said he didn't know.

Yorkville Breaking News

I generally only mention photography-related news, but once in a while there's a story that has some interest for other reasons. For example: apparently their is a meat-cleaver-wielding maniac loose in my neighborhood this morning.

Psychologist Killed In UES Meat Cleaver Attack

"NEW YORK (CBS) ― Residents on the Upper East Side were in shock on Tuesday night after 56-year-old psychologist Kathryn Faughey was hacked to death with a meat cleaver inside an office building on East 79th Street and York Avenue at shortly after 9 p.m., police said.

The killer is still at large.

The NYPD said it is looking for a suspect described as a middle aged, blonde haired male, and is believed to be a patient of the deceased therapist. Police believe the suspect escaped through a basement exit into an alley after the attack."

The Same Hand

Is this by the same person who did this? Notice the handwriting. And the exclamation point....

Harsh, Yet Well Written

Ah, Yorkville. Home to some of the best private schools in the world. Sometimes the message may be harsh, but the penmanship fantastic.

No little heart dotting the "i" and no "o" filled in by a smiley face?

Dogs of Yorkville

I stumbled onto this noble pack of snow pugs on 89th Street. If they find you stranded in a drift, they revive you by peeing on you.

The one in the background? He's about to revive that bike tire.

Snow Arrives in Yorkville

Ah, Yorkville. A boy came up to me and showed me the first snowball of the season.

In his imagination, I was taking one photo. In mine, another.

Yorkville in the Morning

Ah, Yorkville. In the morning, half of the people you see on the street are going to work, half are not. Instead they're running some local errand or taking the kids to school. A lot of folks on the street, but not the kind of pressing crowds you get in other neighborhoods.

No shortage of dogs.