I remember feeling an odd excitement when I saw my first derelict passed out in the street. That was a sign I was really in New York.

There were so many homeless in the early 80s. They were everywhere. I didn't have much empathy for them, until one cold snowy night about 1 am. I was heading to the Pan AM building to get into the subway on my way home, and I passed 3 homeless men sleeping on a large steam grating. One of them had a dog on a leash, but there was no room on the grate for the dog, so he was lying in the snow. I thought, 'That poor dog.' Later I realized I had had no concern for the homeless men, only the dog. 

Here's just a few of those many homeless men.

This lovely lady from college jewelry class agreed to pose for some lighting studies.

(Photos from July 1974.)

Back in the early 80s, I was working at Village Comics when the manager started a magazine called 'The Comic Times'. I was the Art Director. These photos were promos that never got used.

Here we are hiding from Fu Man Chu. According to the comic 'Master of Kung Fu', the building right behind the Comic Times office was Fu Man Chu's New York headquarters.

In honor of the Fourth of July, I looked through my scanned images for photos that felt patriotic.                                 

                 Happy Fourth of July everyone.

I was back home from college for a break and was walking the tracks with my friend Bruce. At the edge of town, we came across the aftermath of a train derailment. One lone squashed boxcar remained. All of its wheels ripped off at the axles. The wheels, like huge bent dumbbells, rested by the tracks in a nest of broken train.