I went to the Union Square Greenmarket on Monday. That isn't news, but this time I decided I was in no hurry to get home. On the way over, walking along West 21st Street, I passed a place called ...

untitled (RO....FAL) 2020 Alone.

untitled (ordered) 2020 This stuff is always humbling.

untitled (corners) 2019 Patriarch on East 18th Street.

untitled (blue coat) 2019 Not dawdling.

untitled (screening) 2019 When Broadway seems to be floating.

untitled (lever) 2018 Sometimes a dumpster can add a little something to a very plain street.

untitled (bedclothes) 2017 When I got up in the middle of the night I found myself captivated by the folds of my bedsheet and light summer blanket; to me they suggested a wild Böcklin or Friedrich...

Some of the greens found at the Greenmarket are surprising.