Being a flâneuse in Manhattan has its special rewards if you are willing to let your gaze wander all over. I used to have a habit of always looking up. I wondered at the unaltered architectural details from the 19th Century, at views of “negative space” and composition as in paintings. BUT, then I discovered also looking down. Here, the grit and the edge of the city comes pulsing out in unexpected humor and beauty. Consider stains, roots and drains – captured only by looking down.
A day after a rain gives your eye a treasure of puddles and stains.
N.Y.C sewers are made in India!
Looking down at tree trunks and roots –
… and tree lovers nearby.