In need of exotic freshness, I once drew our public transit maximum range circle on a map, its centre pinned on our Brooklyn apartment. It turned out the most distant point I...

Taken from boats, docks, rooftops, islands and other locations. Urban shorelines, all of them. Contrasting. Conflicting. Polluted. Populated. And yet, water makes it all...

In a constant effort to push the boundaries of our small urban sphere and to test the limits of the NYC transit system, we recently visited Van Cortlandt Park in the...

Marie and I were recently walking around the Big Apple with her mother, visiting from South Africa. This was not a first visit but I always ponder what the visitor could see that...

Bis repetita placent. Some places we visit more often than others, even if only because the tide has pulled us there. Dead Horse Bay tickles a few of our instincts, being a...

Venturing south from Cobble Hill, we soon reach another Brooklyn neighborhood that is changing furiously, probably not for the best. But it has until now retained enough...