Bluejake

I bought a cigar the other day at this new smoke shop around the corner. I don't smoke, but once or twice a year I'll buy a good cigar and enjoy it by myself. When I smoke, I feel a connection to my grandfather, who also enjoyed cigars. Last night I decided to smoke the cigar on a stoop on Crosby Street, and fire off a few pictures while I relaxed. As I made my way slowly up the street, I ran into a couple of young graffiti artists, and we talked about graf and their various beefs with other writers and with the cops. As I walked home, it struck me as an almost perfect hour- quiet, interesting, and serene. [Unrelated: two beautiful posts, one at Lightningfield, one at MetroPlus. And a stunning shot at Slower.]

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