Three things that are possibly not what you think they might be.

If I could open my arms

And span the length of the isle of Manhattan

I'd bring it to where you are

Making a lake of the East River and Hudson

If I could open my mouth

Wide enough for a marching band to march out

They would make your name sing

And bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings

 

(From Marching Bands of Manhattan by Death Cab for Cutie)

Split the scars, get up off your knees. . . .

Happy New Year. :)

I had a great day walking around the meat packing district that day; a little after, the sun setting on the pier was magical. 

I know a lot of people find the city cold, but as I walk through it and realize everything I see was once a tiny spark in the recesses of someone's imagination, I feel that I am walking through a living testament to the unbidden power we all possess.

It's supposed to be a balmy seven degrees tonight and this is sort of how I'm feeling. I'll give Punxsutawney Phil a run for his money, though I hope that spring comes sooner rather than later. 

The Flatiron Building in New York. I imagine the people that work there are paper cut-out thin and disappear when they are standing sideways.

Does anyone remember Guwange? I thought those games were totally cool, they don't make 'em like that anymore. Also a second quick sketch, drawn more or less because I felt like it.