I spent some hours walking in the Park Slope neighborhood of Brooklyn, it is one of the most beautiful and well preserved urban neighborhoods in America, the beautiful old brownstones line the tree-lined streets and the sun catches many of them in the morning. A homeless man with a partially-discarded bagel came and sat down next to me while I ate, he said he liked my blue hat. He said he used to work in “financial services,” became an alcoholic (“mercifully”), he said, and then homeless.

He sometimes can shower and crash in a cousin’s apartment, he misses having dogs and turns out he read one of my dog books. How strange, but we had the nicest talk. I love the brownstones, I could photograph them forever, the early morning sun hit this row as I walked by, the trees framed it for me.