A Brigade of Precarious ACs Plays Its Droning Song
The heartbeat of the city is the steady drip-drip drip-drip of air conditioners.
The Sun Stops Traffic
A celestial body aligns with concrete and steel titans... Manhattanhenge approaches.
Stop and Smell the Stoop Roses
In front yards by brownstones, peeking through wrought iron fences, and climbing trellises against apartment buildings... the roses are opening.
Water on the Street Forms Chasms of Unfathomable Depth
As our city has grown, so have its puddles thanks to the expanse of concrete leaving water with nowhere to go.
Potholes Manifest from Winter Freezes
It’s reported that the city has hundreds of thousands of potholes a year; a monumental annual rite of repair.
Steam Rises from the Ground in Phantasmagoric Clouds
In this second edition, we consider the spectral weather emanating from the winter streets.
The Solstice Arrives and Shadows Lengthen into the Darkest Days
Look down and watch your shadow stretch to its longest height.