Small Comforts

It's so comforting to know that although the neighborhood I grew up in has changed a lot, in some ways it's very much the same. I had to do some laundry, and the laundrymat where I used to go as a teenager is still there, so that's where I did my laundry. The people were different, and the little nasty Pomeranian wasn't there anymore, but it looked basically the same. I sat outside while the washing machine did its thing and listened to my iPod as I watched the people go by.

I've been taking great shots of NYC scenes, which I'll post when I get home. New York, New York, it's a hell of a town.