Church Street and Vesey Street

Look: glass going up and around 1 World Trade Center. (But what really caught my eye was this flourish of a signpost against the chaos of cranes and wires.) Have a different view? Send your photos to the 1 WTC View website, which invites you “to submit pictures of the building from your unique perspective.” (Discovered via MUG.)

Bogardus Garden

Another snow picture. I know, too much, but.

Warren Street and Greenwich Street

A child in a stroller clutches a plastic bag of snow while his mother tells the doorman that she can’t wait for this to be over.

Fifth Avenue and 9th Street

This is the unexciting sticky rice dessert at Lotus of Siam, the recently opened outpost of a Las Vegas establishment that was called the best Thai restaurant in North America in Gourmet magazine a while back. So forget about the sticky rice and head straight for the fabulously delicious crispy seabass on drunken noodles. (Also the crispy duck in a Penang curry sauce spiked with cognac, which this review in New York Magazine said was “worth a special trip.”)

Central Park

“Should auld acquaintance be forgot, / And never brought to mind?” It’s the birthday of poet Robert Burns. I believe it’s customary to celebrate with a glass of scotch, if nothing else, but I see the Highlands is hosting a Burns supper, if you want to go all out.

Mercer Street and Broome Street

A discovery of Buddha body parts. Someone walks past and says, “I have to get back to Brooklyn in time for prayers.”

32nd Street and Fifth Avenue

Dessert as mini colorful sculpture at the gleaming, new Korean-French bakery called Paris Baguette, even though upon entering, everything looks brown (or golden, if you prefer): the racks of croissants and turnovers and buns and breads. (The “green pea pastry” was delicious, by the way, even though I thought the sign said “green tea,” so that’s what I tasted as I ate it.)

Murray Street and Greenwich Street

Winter branches,
plastic bags, black sidewalk, a twinge
in my back.

Hudson Street and Leroy Street

What a bowl of fantastic agedashi tofu at EN Japanese Brasserie. I’ve been reading about this place forever, about how they make their own tofu daily, etc., but even so, it's taken me seven years to make a reservation. (Now, I don't think I can stay away.)

42nd Street and Ninth Avenue

I’ve been admiring these two newly illuminated spires, which have seriously changed the city’s skyline. (Imagine how much things have changed in a century, but you don’t have to, because here’s a picture, from the archives at the Museum of the City of New York.)

Washington Market Park

For little New Yorkers playing in this park: it’s never too early to learn to love the city’s iconic water towers.

Park Avenue and 67th Street

A glimpse inside the Park Avenue Armory, which is “part palace, part industrial shed” (they say so themselves). Here’s the upcoming events schedule. (And here’s a bit more about the history of the place.)

Madison Square Park

A fraying bit of fleeting evidence that the city is, believe it or not, ”more diverse and richer in nature than the suburbs and rural counties that surround it.”

Murray Street and Greenwich Street

January city, succinctly: tough pretzels and discarded Christmas trees.

25th Street and Sixth Avenue

Roses for sale on the street, near the Antiques Garage flea market, which seemed kind of sad and slow on a cold Saturday morning.

Houston Street and Mercer Street

There’s something about the blue café sign at the Angelika that always draws me in. And then, inside, I still find it mesmerizing, even in reverse. (This is not the first time I’ve taken a picture of it.)

Broome Street and Greene Street

Window display for the new year at Kiteya, a Japanese store full of things made of paper and fabric. (They also sell sheets of that lovely yuzen paper, which is good for all kinds of projects.)

Sixth Avenue and 22nd Street

Winter scene after the beauty of the blizzard has passed: quick lunch, old snow, the usual.

Duane Street and Church Street

Nighttime streetscape with glitter pillow. In the lounge at Mehtaphor. Where the short menu of dishes designed to “redefine global cuisine” did not win me over immediately. Truffled goat cheese and crab pizza? Seems a bit tired, no? But this was different, delicious. (It was exactly what it said it was but better than that.) And the coriander-crusted cod in banana leaf: almost sounds boring. But wow: deeply spicy, surprisingly succulent. And this is how the night continued.

West Broadway and Duane Street

Welcome to the new year, the year of the rabbit, supposedly filled with peace and artistic endeavors. Which sounds lovely, doesn’t it.