Best of December 2002

Wolverhampton

author: matt blackcustard : Wolverhampton, UK Thursday, December 12th, 2002

Passerby and Flyer-Covered Bus Stop: NYC

author: Peter : New York, NY Sunday, December 8th, 2002

The City Says Don't Walk:

author: Peter : New York, NY Sunday, December 8th, 2002

Wintercityfuck:

author: Peter : New York, NY Tuesday, December 31st, 2002

Ice, Sculpture, Windows

author: Peter : New York, NY Tuesday, December 10th, 2002

Snow/Trash: NYC

author: Peter : New York, NY Sunday, December 8th, 2002

Motorway Haiku: NYC

author: Peter : New York, NY Monday, December 16th, 2002

Gulf Oil Building

author: ian : Houston, TX Saturday, December 14th, 2002

Urban Forms:

author: Peter : New York, NY Tuesday, December 10th, 2002

Along Andrassy Utca

author: rdg : Budapest, Hungary Monday, December 2nd, 2002

Christmas Is Coming to NYC:

author: Peter : New York, NY Tuesday, December 10th, 2002

Too Many Photos and Not Enough Text

author: Peter : New York, NY Monday, December 9th, 2002

Martha You're Gone

author: hool : Toronto, ON Monday, December 16th, 2002

Untitled

author: MCM : Los Angeles, CA Tuesday, December 17th, 2002

Motion Dominates in a City Defined by the Automobile

author: ian : Houston, TX Saturday, December 7th, 2002

Dec 21

author: hool : Toronto, ON Saturday, December 21st, 2002

Untitled

author: tomas : New York, NY Saturday, December 14th, 2002

Mid December

author: hool : Toronto, ON Tuesday, December 17th, 2002

Washburn Tunnel

author: ian : Houston, TX

3100 Federal Rd. The ship channel undoubtedly transformed this city into the petrochemical juggernaught it is today. There was once another tunnel under it, but it's been replaced with a magnificent cable-stayed suspension bridge.

Wolverhampton

author: matt blackcustard : Wolverhampton, UK

the bus is always deathly quiet at this time of the morning, everyone cocooned in their own silent world, winding up for the day, stealing time for a moment or two of inner peace before the day lets loose. it's dark, still, although it's already well past dawn, but the sun likely won't show today. even if it forced its way through the close cloud the bus's misty windows would prevent it from warming the weary passengers. those windows - damp with the residue of a dozen rushed cups of coffee, a handful of last minute cigarettes, and the lingering traces...

Passerby and Flyer-Covered Bus Stop: NYC

author: Peter : New York, NY

The City Says Don't Walk:

author: Peter : New York, NY

Wintercityfuck:

author: Peter : New York, NY

Crystalline snow ribbons draped seducively on the pavement like Versace dresses on whispy dandelion model hips. Snow falling, busses grunting diesel soundtracks for our sleek, cosmopolitan future. Fucking city, fucking wintertime. I want to go pound the roadway surface with a sledgehammer; I want to go make love to the corner of 47th street and 11th Avenue.