Still,
walking through the neighborhood last week I became so preoccupied by a striking text painting on an otherwise nondescript parking garage that I walked straight past the enormous, seemingly un-missable studio of artist Steve Powers.
Not exact matches
During a beautiful day in June of
last year, I was
walking through Lincoln Square and looking around at the
neighborhood when it hit me — an author could live in one of these houses.
I remember remarking to my wife halfway
through the film that watching the characters hold guns and
walk slowly
through homes and
neighborhoods buried under overgrown plant life reminded me of video games like The
Last of Us: sometimes something jumped out at them that they'd have to shoot, but for the most part they were just
walking around.
Last night, as I was
walking through the
neighborhood next to my hotel, I pulled up the housing prices.