November 13, 2011, New York: Saturday morning in Union Square begins with a jackhammer, a film crew, a farmer’s market, and a column of steam rising from the street outside L’Express. After a visit to 71 Irving Place for a cup of coffee on one of my favorite city blocks, I begin this walk through a neighborhood I’ve come to know well over the course of a decade.
October 24, 2011, Washington, DC: Saturday morning was a gray morning in Dupont Circle, one of those times everything looks a bit worse for the wear. But if you want color and character in Dupont, there are a few places to begin.
My list of bright spots begins with my friend’s old apartment here, the one I subletted in the summer of 2005 while looking for a place of my own. It was a perfectly cramped little apartment and a perfect perch from which to get out and get to know the city. Its most unusual feature was a floor-to-ceiling map of the world in the building’s dimly lit lobby. The highlight was a disproportionately large deck out back that doubled the apartment’s living space.
October 2, 2011, Chicago, IL: I slipped out early this morning into my old neighborhood. From the Lincoln Park Zoo by Lake Michigan, I walked west on Armitage, with occasional detours down its side streets, including one that was once my own.
A friendly row of bikes lined the sidewalk as I rounded the corner off Armitage towards the old apartment, as if to say, “This way home! Welcome back!”
This is one in a series of morning photo essays documenting neighborhoods around town.
September 24, 2011, Washington, DC: Our neighborhood Main Street three blocks from the apartment is up-and-at-’em early this morning, and not only because this area is full of children and dogs. Today is our own fall festival, one of many marking September in Washington. This morning we are showing off Barracks Row as it was always intended to be: As a central commercial hub in Washington, D.C.
September 4, 2011, Washington, DC: Unlike Eastern Market, Adams Morgan is not a neighborhood that’s associated with mornings. Nightlife reigns in Adams Morgan, with a strip of bars and restaurants along 18th St. NW continuously drawing a rowdy weekend crowd of college students and 20-somethings. Until people are awake and ready for brunch, Adams Morgan is relatively quiet.
It’s not yet a bustling time of day in my old neighborhood. That’s clear because it’s never this easy here to find a seat in a coffee shop.
This is the first in a series of morning photo essays documenting neighborhoods around town, seen from over the handlebars of my (well, our) big red beach cruiser.
July 30, 2011, Washington, DC: Mornings are my time. I’m more creative in the morning. It pains me to spend five mornings a week in the car commuting. By the time I get there, my energy is zapped. Good ideas have come and gone.
Weekend mornings, you can imagine, are heaven. During DC summers, they’re also the best time to see the city. Especially by bike.