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Anywhere in town, kept to themselves, a predilection
Early in the morning, late in the century, Cricklewood Broadway.
Sometimes you have to find the sunny side of the street in a weird neighborhood.
South.
'But no name?,
'No, Guido. But I'll keep
The Park Avenue of poodles and polished brass; it is cab country, tip-town, glassville, a window-washer's paradise.
The Caddo Bayou Marina.
California: the valley of the sun. It would be just his luck that she was here, where the daylight hours seemed to last longer than anywhere else. Where, even if he found her, he'd be bound to staying in the shadows as she walked in the light.
mansion that sits upon a hill just outside the sleepy little
Back of the clouds, the sun is always shining.
At Montrose Beach Park in Chicago, I photographed a diverse group of city dwellers reveling in the warm, late-day sun.
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Southern California, where the American Dream came too true.
Brownstone building overlooking the East River. A bunch of BMWs and
The old Piggly Wiggly parking lot rented for the trailers.
The Rue du Coq d'Or, Paris, seven in the morning.
Seattle, Washington.
The sunset was a massive canvas of gold and orange, green and rose, gray and indigo and blue. It reminded him of beaches on the North American west coast, except there were no vendors clogging the place and no advertising drones muttering about the joys of commerce.
Palace of Crystal
Not always sunny, but always in a sunny state of mind
I don't know what to do with myself when it's sunny!
Home. It's wherever I'm with you.
somewhere in the mountains with two
pane. "I can see what's left of our old place from
Greenwich Village ... the village of low rents and high arts.
Aniimal Town:~) The place where Dreams & Adventures come true!
Phoenix, Arizona: an oasis of ugliness in the midst of a beautiful wasteland.
Bellport. A podium.
SCCS, the source motel! Programs check in and never check out!
Summer arrives with the morning sun.
Beach time breezes in with endless fun.
Clouds of the golden west between its softly dark shores. The sea moaned eerily on the sand-bar, sorrowful even in spring, but a
It's summer and time for wandering...
I love the beach, and I love sunshine.
Well, I'm not quite certain yet, young Mr. Fitzpatrick. I am considering the name Willow Hills. Or perhaps Maple Falls. What would you suggest?
Tel Aviv appeals to me.
Where shall I find a style to catch a stroll,
Chablis on ice, a crisply toasted roll,
The agate succulence of cherries ripe?
The sunset's far, the ocean's splashing cool
Can offer solace to a sunburned nape.
Sunshine is just beyond the clouds Carl Joesph Gunner
outside the city. Fortunately for them,
What abandoned course is that?
hill. We took the trucks there, pulled out the
Dean's California
wild, sweaty, important, the land of lonely and exiled and eccentric lovers come to forgather like birds, and the land where everybody somehow looked like broken-down, handsome, decadent movie actors.
The town of GUILDFORD, which (taken with its environs) I, who have seen so many, many towns, think the prettiest, and, taken all together, the most agreeable and most happy-looking, that I ever saw in my life.
Sunny is what you are. Everything else is what you think.
is where I am destined to live.
My favorite thing about L.A. is the sunny breezes that mimic the mindset of the energy in the people.
The Westway, the old strip club on Clarkson Street, is still there, but today it's owned by a hipster restaurant entrepreneur who caters to the ironic cultural lifestylers, more fashion world than art, people who are "cool" because they live in New York.
Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere
But I would rather be with you, somewhere in San Francisco on a back porch in July, just looking up to Heaven, at this crescent in the sky
Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.
Homicide central, East New York, Where the manic-depressive psycho murderers stalk
When you've got worries, all the noise and the hurry seems to help, I know. Downtown.
Up the well known creek
South Central is just who I am.
Somehow in the middle of the L.A. trendiness, Boston conservation, New York chic and San Francisco intellectual mellow, there's a place where everything meets.
side of Vicki's, with Alfred on the other,
When you say, 'I spent my summers at the Jersey Shore,' people always say, 'Oh, really?' They think of the TV show. So I just say, 'A cute little harbor town in New Jersey.'
It gets like this in Liverpool when you're on the ferry and the sun reflects off the Mersey.
This is the place to see the stars - Hollywood Bowl.
I found out long ago, it's a long way down the holiday road. Holiday road, holiday road. Jack be nimble, Jack be quick. Take a ride on the West Coast kick. Holiday road.
The Aravaipa village near Camp Grant. Although Camp
go-go hall on my way home from school.
I grew up in Brentwood, but I live now in Los Feliz. I grew up on the beach, now I live under the Hollywood sign.
to live on Pierson Street, just two blocks north of
California: The west coast of Iowa.
(the villa) It's beautiful too, all hot pinks and reds, and rocks and sand and blinding blue and white.
Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky, a dream come true, I'll live there til I die.
I'm taking my talents to South Beach.
exhibition. Lake Eden.
Barb's house, when I finally
My place is in the sunlight of opportunity.
Bergen, and Oldfield. The
Sunny day
Sweepin' the clouds away
On my way to where the air is sweet
Heaven's Virginia when the year's at its Spring.
THERE CAN BE FEW delights in the world as pleasant as a Siracusan spring. The fragrance of the lemon, orange, apricot, almond and peach blossoms pervade the city, enriched by the moist, salty sea breezes. On
the coast, irregular
Rodeo Drive is a giant butterscotch sundae.
Cheeseburger in paradise!
suburban-cocooned ass
No one ever leaves alive The house at 7 Ocean Drive
I never knew I liked to be outside so much. I never knew I liked lochs and views and that, but I could seriously handle living in a cottage by the side of somewhere like this.
The Panopticon
I've just got a new house in Pacific Palisades. It's really cute.
A city where everyone seemed to live in a bungalow on a broad avenue lined with palm, pepper or eucalyptus trees, where there was never any snow.
Waterside was poor. Hillside was rich. Waterside stank. Hillside was clean. Waterside had thieves. Hillside had bankers -I'm sorry, burglars.
It was a clear, apple-green evening in May, and Four Winds Harbour was mirroring back the clouds of the golden west between its softly dark shores.
Beach. Everyone who can must work to strengthen
New York cabdrivers - always little rays of sunshine.
house at Otowi Bridge.
Huntleigh's (Yes, I gave them a cheesy couple name in my mind)
There are two Venices I know about and one of them is a hotel in Vegas. The other is an L.A. beach where pretty girls walk their dogs while wearing as little as possible and mutant slabs of tanned, posthuman beef sip iced steroid lattes and pump iron until their pecs are the size of Volkswagens.
The place was out in Jersey ... Newark. And while that made living with yourself harder, it did make parking somewhat easier.
It is said: San Francisco is where young people go to retire.
I live not too far from it in New York City.
the sort of place you went when you had no other options.
I can't think of a better place to be than Scottsville, Virginia.
Home, you think. Home. This is my world. This is where I come from. Everyone I know, everyone I ever heard of, grew up down there, under that relentless and exquisite blue.
Summerville Assisted Seniors House - the seventh circle of hell, as far as the Sisters were concerned.
Well, little old Noisyville-on-the Subway is good enough for me.
I have to go someplace where I can soak myself in a creative atmosphere.
Gigantic, willful, young, Chicago sitteth at the northwest gates.
I grew up half in South Central and half in the San Fernando valley.
I'm running out of places I can run, looking for a place in the sun.