42nd Street at dusk, 1930.
My grammy and grampy’s town. Grammy went to middle school at 42nd and 3rd, south side of the street. Every time I walk past the old building, I call and let her know I’m walking by her alma mater. And she replies, “what I can’t hear you. Are you in the city?”
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oi!! Balebustas out haggling.
Lower East Side shopping district, c. 1890.
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Sometimes I can see the appeal of this town. #NYC (Taken with Instagram)
Yeah, I can see it too. Sometimes.
Some things certainly appreciate in real estate value. This decrepit rat trap in 1976 is probably worth a metric assload of million dollar bills in 2012.
W Broadway & Broome Street, SOHO, New York. 1976
reblogging for all of America being Texas.
It’s too much.
Canada as seen by Canadians
Canada as seen by the rest of the world
I’M DYING
Oh my god.
Reblogging again because
I delete the comments the last time welp
hahaha this is funny.
the “america as seen by the U.S.” is so accurate it kinda hurts lol
This will NEVER get old.
I say at dawn because the hordes of tourists are strangely missing. It could also be some sort of apocalyptic two suns in the sunset scene.
Will a wooly mammoth saunter down fifth avenue?
Reminds me of some sort of intricate glow-in-the-dark circuitry that has a faintly human smell about it.