Lately I’ve been fascinated with texture and decay. I love witnessing the effects of long hard exposure to the elements. I always try to have my camera on hand to capture a bit of rust or worn masonry that may catch my eye. Last week I found myself in Soho, with camera in hand and an hour or two to spare. Within a few city blocks I found an entire universe of brilliant textures. There’s not much that can compare to the weathering effects of hundreds of Northeastern winters. Here are a few snapshots of what I found in Soho:
