Turns out he was in Vancouver, Washington, all along.
I'm bracing for more winter weather by remembering better, brighter times: say, living vicariously through Istanbul street art.
In Istanbul, a woman's face beams out beneath Galata Tower.
Love is in the air, at least in the outer boroughs: from Long Island City to Williamsburg, street art has a kinder, gentler, softer side.
Cartoon heart seen on building across from MoMA PS 1; "Love Me" banners are visible from the pedestrian walkway on the Williamsburg Bridge.
On the Williamsburg Bridge, image and afterimage.
I've come to think of NYC streets as galleries in and of themselves, but this takes the idea to another level: just another afternoon in Astoria.
From Astoria to Greenpoint to Midtown Manhattan, a few snapshots of street art -- I thought the "You're too needy" stickers slapped over earlier "Love me" ones were rather clever.
Someone in Midtown is looking toward the future with a glimmer of excitement.
Two views of passersby in the boroughs: people gawking at the vibrant art of LIC's 5 Pointz, and a woman walking amid a shuttered brick building in Greenpoint dotted with graffiti.
Three faces of the street art of Western Queens: selections from Astoria and Long Island City.
Across the street from Socrates Sculpture Park, a piece of street art was being painted over, replaced by a new mural. A few feet from a ladder, a bucket, and several cans of spray paint, one relic of the past remained: two cartoonish eyes, watching over Vernon Boulevard.