Mostly cheesy; sometimes trashy. Coney Island is a bit of a guilty pleasure for me, mostly at night after all the lights come on.
Food trucks are the best, especially when they contain donuts.
Brooklyn shows itself off without even really trying. Come inside and let us arrange a smile for you – outside a flower shop in Cobble Hill.
Bocce. Petanque. Bags. Horseshoes. Curling. It’s all the same concept, right?
Next to an idyllic white picket fence, a daisy blossoms, minus some petals.
One of New York City’s unique features is its traveling art on the sides of trucks. Instead of putting a mural on one static wall, street artists often paint murals on the sides of delivery trucks.
On a day when I doubted my love of New York, I found this message waiting for me on the sidewalk in Brooklyn.
Ever so slightly can you see the Manhattan skyline peek out from the shadows. I waited a long time for the sunshine on this day.
I do not know who lives here, and I won’t give specifics on the location for the privacy of this home’s occupants, but this is how it is in Brooklyn. Signs show love for everyone, because that’s just how we are in these parts.
I go to the Brooklyn Heights Promenade all the time. It’s on my way home each day and it gives me a generally-calm place to appreciate my life.
Here we see Millennials posing for what are likely to be Instagram or Snapchat stories in the shadow of the Empire State Building.