I went for another photo run home back from the Institute in Williamsburgh via Manhattan. I made my last attempt at seeing the inside of 11 Spring and failed again. Wasn’t meant to be, but at least I’ve got some nice documentation of the exterior over that last week. Instead, I haunted old studios in the East Village and Soho Through Chinatown Where a flock of Seagulls had decended on Confuscious like something out of Hitchcok. Late, I Happened upon a breathtaking sunset on Brooklyn Bridge and a Hitch’s seagulls came drifiting out to sea past the sinking orange ball. The whole thing was like one enormous piece of calender art, which felt right with the new year coming. as I update this entry (after the Crhistmas Kraziness), I just heard that James Brown died… so I suppose this entry is really asking: “Should I take it to the Bridge? I said fellas, should I take it to the bridge?” Goodnight J.B. wherever you are….(gutteral expletive to be added by the reader).
