All these photos were taken this morning on my early walk with the dog.
As befits an older part of the city, one feels there must be tales to be told. Here is the roof of the seminary where Clement Moore once worked.
Here is a little independent bookshop.
I turn down 21st St to discover that I'm being watched.
And the raven pecks at the skeleton's mouth.
The window is blank
the basement is dank.
Here is my favorite house, now sadly overgrown, waiting for me to trim back the bushes...
Here a big pumpkin swallows a little one.