The plow does this every year. It won't melt until April. To give you a sense of scale, the top of the window to the right of the pile is 15 feet from the ground.
At the 68th St. stop. Made me laugh a lot. My flash blocked out the words, but it reads, "Second billing to Brendan Fraser? Boy is my career in the toilet."
I found this buried on my hard drive: a self-portrait drawn in the style of Seth MacFarlane. I think I was going to try and turn the Giant Chicken into a pigeon at one point (to symbolize the fact that birds constantly attack me on the streets of Manhattan), but that never happened.
Most of us only bother to bring our cameras to memorable events... but isn't every day memorable in its own right? A group of old friends -- inseparable as students, now scattered across the country into half a dozen different industries -- challenged themselves to find something worth photographing every day. We hope to build indelible portraits of our lives through many split-second glimpses, and we hope you enjoy our efforts.