Erni Contri's black cummerbund as he belted out Sinatra tunes at the park named after the singer.
A NY skyline on a perfect July evening, lit as though someone had fired a fusillade of silver and gold BBs from Pier A Park.
Erni Contri's black cummerbund as he belted out Sinatra tunes at the park named after the singer.
A NY skyline on a perfect July evening, lit as though someone had fired a fusillade of silver and gold BBs from Pier A Park.
Two young girls playing tag at said park before fireworks.
A family of fisherman lolling quietly on the patch of shore lining Sinatra Drive at twilight
The ubiquitous thin man in a tuxedo showing up at every outdoor music event.
Great, stooped, sad-eyed women standing behind steaming pots cooking zeppoles at St. Ann's Festival.
A tiny daughter mimicking her mother's salsa steps before Johnny Pacheco's appearance at said fest.
Waiting for churchgoers to exit, sitting on the steps surrounded by heavy people squeezed together at said fest.
A women's softball game at Fourth Street Park where the pitcher wore a knee brace the size of a small tent.
Lenahan playing bagpipes at Sinatra Park.
Hudson Shakespeare Company competing with traffic and barking dogs while performing Othello at Elysian Park.
Children ad-libbing their own swing dance to Swingadelic at said park.
The Kennedy Dancers performing on every single block or park in Hudson County.
Getting dizzy watching the hand-held camera work during the Blair Witch Project at Movies Under the Stars.
Listening to the multi-talented Pheobe Legere at Liquid Lounge.
Jogging home in a drizzle after Waterfront Ensemble's presentation of one-act plays at Steven's Debaun Auditorium.
Finding a parking space on Observer Highway only two blocks from Washington on a Friday night.
The sounds, smell and ambience of Church Square Park where hoops alternate with gazebo music.
Ice cream trucks.
Skittish tiny beauty queens being place on floats before the Puerto Rican Day Parade.
That look a husky gave me at one of the dog runs, like it could see right through me.
The blonde with the parrot on her shoulder at Sinatra Park.
Sneaking into the Barnes & Noble children's section to scan the first Harry Potter.
Studying rocks along the shore for no good reason.
Improvised dancing, cartwheels, walking-on-hands by people making excellent use of Hoboken's parks.
Walking through the elegant, always strangely empty Columbus Park on Clinton Avenue, illuminated like it's a waiting room for Purgatory at 1 a.m.
The brilliantly-lit football field behind Hoboken High, just waiting for September.
Poorly coordinated people trying to play volleyball at Sinatra Park.
Much more athletic children practicing soccer skills at the same field.
Running along Hudson hearing echoed saxophone from Elysian concerts.
Hundreds of citizens walking around minus socks.
The complete absence of those painted cows that have invaded New York. - Joe Del Priore