or a broken ankle.

Cock-a-doodle-pinch.

The very colorful home of four different high schools

I missed this one on two previous passes through the adjacent intersection, only to notice it today from a block away.

Part of a new program to close off certain local streets to vehicular traffic during the summer (don't ask me why the sign is still out) to give kids who don't live near a playground a place to play and socialize. Apparently they look something like this.

Reminiscent of some other apartment buildings we've seen, this strangely named public-housing complex is built atop Metro-North Railroad tracks.

To the south you can see the Park Avenue Bridge, a lift bridge that carries the Metro-North Railroad, including the line beneath Morrisania Air Rights, over the Harlem River between Manhattan and the Bronx. The Madison Avenue Bridge, on the other hand, is a swing bridge. When open, its turning span aligns with the wooden structure visible here, which provides both protection from oncoming vessels and easy access to the underside of the bridge for maintenance.

Built in the 1890s, it had begun to attract a gay clientele by the 1930s. It survived the height of the AIDS epidemic in the 80s, when the city shuttered many other gay meeting places, but was closed in 2003 after failing a building inspection.

There was a big uproar a couple years ago when residents of new luxury apartment buildings bordering Marcus Garvey Park began lodging complaints against the drum circle that has been a community fixture since 1969.

That's 120th Street at the southern edge of Marcus Garvey Park.

But it must've gotten board.

See all those colored squares out front? They're selling sheets and towels!

This is the office of Marshal Biegel. He has the best phone number of the bunch, but is still out-earned by his colleague Martin Bienstock.

A onetime climbers' mecca

Outside the 50th Street A/C/E subway station

A rare surviving cigarette ad

If you look closely at the very top of the light pole, you might be able to make out two taut pieces of fishing wire running toward the top and left of the photo. They make up a small part of Manhattan's eruv, a ritual enclosure that allows observant Jews to carry objects within its bounds on Shabbat. The eruv is inspected regularly, and a break was found a few months ago on a Friday afternoon, hours before the start of Shabbat.

I took this photo at the intersection of 8th Avenue and 56th Street, looking north. All the maps I can find online show the eruv running straight along 56th Street here, but you can see in the photo that it turns south along 8th Avenue. Perhaps it was recently altered to include a larger area?

Monument honoring the sailors who died in the USS Maine explosion