A few nights ago, Marie and I were established in yet another glorious picnic in the Brooklyn Bridge Park, further south this time, away from the big lawns - which were closed -...

Unknown to his near-sighted mind, isolated on a low daily orbit, a careless DUMBO painter is leaving nebulae on the sidewalks. If only he or she could look up through a telescope...

As temperatures soar in a premature summer blast, evening remains a soothing balm on the day's chafing. These views of steely Manhattan were taken from the Brooklyn Bridge...

I don't know about you but I am hot. Suddenly, I miss the trade winds' cooling effect and I long for a salty wave to splash me or - let's think local - for a bright autumn leaf to...

For decades, people have walked along the docks on their evening strolls. But the docks are gone. New buildings, waterfront real estate, landfill and even parks have replaced them...