It is a plant, and a color, and a crayon… yet somehow people still can’t spell Lavender.
Uncle Frank and twilight in my Brooklyn house.
He was 25 years old and just out of a federal penitentiary when this photo was taken.
Stevie Ann birthday celebration! (Bushwick)
Did you ever wonder how construction materials for a brownstone get to the backyard? That would be through the upstairs parlor windows, of course.
Undergrad crew helping build a fence. Much to their dismay.