I was walking my dog Fred, on Perry Street in Greenwich Village, on a cool autumn day. We came upon a bit of sidewalk graffiti.
Fred (who looked sharp in his sweater, and knew it, and wanted to be noticed by any fluffy white dog, his favorite creature), considered the graffiti, but indicated that he wished to go home to ponder the matter further. As always, I did his bidding. You know how dachshunds are.
So, this is how things looked on that fine morning of Fred's big adventure in Greenwich Village.
Photograph and text copyright 2003 Tim O'Connor. All rights reserved. None of this page may be reproduced in any way without explicit written permission. Contact Tim O'Connor (tim AT roughdraft DOT org) for information.