What a wonderful thing to be able to photograph my dear friend Elaine and her beautiful kids.

Paul’s niece, Frances, about to embark on a super taste sensation.

Always looking for people and things to photograph I seem to have hit a slow spot. So I turn to myself in a dirty public restroom. At least my nose, which I’ve never been a huge fan of, is conveniently hidden.

Just one of those moments when I notice a special kind of light.

A pleasant treat awaited me at my mom’s house last week… her home made enchiladas.

As I learn more and more about the history of NYC and the surrounding area, I always try and imagine what it would have been like a mere 200 years ago. From historical accounts, the area was teeming with wild life and there was this amazing, unmistakable floral scent. Oysters a foot long could be plucked out of the water. I know it will never be the same, but I hope that our ugly human tracks can be covered with nature once again.