Amidst the sinkholes of slush in this post-blizzard Manhattan, little Frostys pop up in surprising places: Shubert Alley, Chelsea, and the West Village.
A David Mamet play, a cup of coffee, a Blackberry, a notebook and a laptop. Might be the best way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Grey Dog, Chelsea, New York
Chelsea, New York
Black & White.
Chelsea, NY, NY.
Rain on a taxi window pane.
Chelsea, NY, NY.
Chelsea, NY
Six string serenade
Chelsea, NY.
Self-explanatory Lynda Barryism
Chelsea, NY
Bedside reading
Chelsea, New York
Steam heat
Chelsea, New York
Holiday cheer
Chelsea, New York
I’m doing a little apartment tour over on my word blog. Enjoy!
Chelsea, NY.
That’s showbiz
Chelsea, New York
Happy accident with steam.
Chelsea, New York
My sister has had “Bear Friend” since she could talk. He’s traveled all over the world and back. He even survived a brutal attack by a dog (where he lost a nose and had an eye sewn back on) and many a sleepover.
Bear Friend’s shelf-mate, “Monkey,” belongs to my sister’s fiancé. Monkey managed to survive many obstacles that come with being the beloved childhood toy of a little boy.
I believe neither of these stuffed friends will be retired to their shelf for very long. They’re simply on a temporary break till the next generation of tiny humans require something soft and warm to cuddle with at night and whisper secrets to by day.
Chelsea, New York
