Inwood, represent! My fortress of solitude on W. 207th St, Manhattan.

Icicles hanging outside my window in Inwood.

There were two empty lots behind our building, kind of like a backyard. Snow, early 2004.

Inwood Hill Park: Oh, how I love thee.

Inwood Hill Park: roomate Ben Ransford chilling on the stairs behind the tennis courts.

Inwood Hill Park: a crisp fall sky.

Inwood Hill Park: this used to be some sort of viewing pavillion. Spooky.

Inwood Hill Park: a view of the Cloisters museum through the trees.

Funny, but all too real.

Looking out from Manning's Beach in Inwood Hill Park over the Harlem River Canal towards the Bronx and the Henry Hudson Bridge.

Looking back at Manning's Beach from near the base of the Amtrak bridge leading to the Bronx.

The Amtrak bridge heads north towards Riverdale along the east bank of the Hudson River. It sits at the confluence of the Harlem and Hudson Rivers.

Looking north on the Amtrak tracks towards the bridge to the Bronx.

Me, at Tubby Hook on Dyckman Street with the Cloisters and Hudson River in the background.

The George Washington Bridge and Hudson River, looking south from Tubby Hook.