New York

After a few days in Amsterdam I am back in New York with work to do--photographing a newly restored synagogue and doing more Lower East Side photographs. Driving into Manhattan by taxi I heard that a plane had crashed into a building on the Upper East Side, which sent a momentary shiver of deja vue through me. It turned out to be a minor, though dramatic, accident with two deaths, one of them a pitcher for the New York Yankees. I've been up in helicopters around Manhattan four times to take photographs, and I've seen the level of traffic and lack of space. One has to wonder whether private planes should be allowed to fly freely in this area.


This morning I did my usual breakfast around the corner and snapped a picture of the construction of the New Museum at Prince and the Bowery.