new york. heat. humid air. sounds, traffic, fumes in the streets. stressed out people walking by, dressed up in their smart suits.
splendid view, i must say, thought it does slightly freak me out that the lights in those little windows up and down there seem to never go out. as thought the city never took a pause, never closed a bleary eye.
and so here will go my august, between shops, yellowcabs, black liquid commonly known as coffee (although i don't recognize the flavour), air conditioning, peoplepeoplepeople. from all over and further out.
oh and mexico and guatemala.
having problems with my (dad's) camera. and the bloody focus.
chee