The view from my roof, looking towards the Financial District. If you control something, you probably live there.
The weather's been weird this season but when the icicles show up, you know winter means business.
That ambulance shot by in one hell of a hurry. I imagine it was on the way to the scene of a sledding accident.
"Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor hail..."
A severed head!
This bike is not crocheted.
This bike is crocheted.
The shoveling continues.
Cop, taxi, bus.
Unoccupied Wall Street. It looks like you can't affect change by camping.
This is a work in progress by Dylan Love. Everything contained herein is true, except that which has been deliberately exaggerated or falsified.