Normally, I’m rushing around town from my day job to a club, from one club to a bar so much that I never really stop to “smell the roses,” as the old saying goes. But recently, while running off to Brooklyn Bowl for Brother Ali and Immortal Technique, the bright pink of these flowers caught me from out of the corner of my eye on North 11th Street. Spring has finally sprung here in New York.
For this photo and the rest of the photos in this continuing photo series can be seen here:
https://www.flickr.com/photos/yankee32879/sets/72157631312447628/
