On Sunday, August fourteenth New York City received quite a storm beginning in it's evening hours and extending through three in the morning. I found myself out and about with my Chaika in hand when the torrential downpour began. I decided to seek shelter underneath some scaffolding and wait it out. After several hours spent standing in, more or less, the same spot watching the evening progress I found myself becoming rather, poetic. This was the result:
Sincerely,
-S.
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| ©Steve Shilling II; 2011 - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED |
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| ©Steve Shilling II; 2011 - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED |
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| ©Steve Shilling II; 2011 - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED |
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| ©Steve Shilling II; 2011 - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED |
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