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A Beautiful Day in New York City Part 1

Late afternoon, walking east on Central Park South. I’m on my way to my dentist and lost in my thoughts. Every time I’m walking around NYC, or taking the subway, I just feel like I’m home. There’s something stimulating everywhere you look – people, architecture, art, trash. I love the feeling of drifting along in this sea of anonymous humanity where no one really knows anyone else. And yet we are all together, in close proximity, in this magnificent place. All races, ethnicities, genders, ages, sexual orientations, political beliefs, socioeconomic backgrounds and glorious fucking variations of humanity. It was a beautiful day in late winter, and I could’ve pointed my phone anywhere and taken a great shot. I stop at the southeast corner, look up and snap this…