05 | March | 2017 | tugster: a waterblog

Since I’m off gallivanting in a very cold place, how about some warm five-boros’ tagging, following in the spirit here. Of course, in the sixth boro, meow man rules all tagging, as I paid tribute here three years ago. Photo below I took a few weeks ago in Manhattan. It says what Manhattan can be . . . or NYC for that matter.

Here’s a photo from bowsprite, and no matter how ambitious she is with brushes, she did not paint this. All her photos in this post are from Brooklyn. I apologize I have no Bronx photos, but the Bronx is the unknown boro for me. Anyone help? And Queens . . . is it me or is there no wall art there?

Here’s the other side of dreams . . . heartbreak. Maybe someone more studied in this vernacular can explain the winged disks in her hands. Again, Manhattan and my photo.

Here’s another bowsprite photo of a complex tag, maybe some allusion here to meow man?

This comes from the edge of Little Italy, mine.

Hers, in Brooklyn.

Faded by too much spotlight. Mine.

Staten Island has a different character; I took the next ones just off Bay Street, where NYCArtsCypher.org seems to base itself.

And the images are as diverse as the area is, as polyglot as this city is. Less than 300 yards behind the Tapas place, you’re in the water, in the Bay, in the sixth boro.