Morning and evening commute photos from last Wednesday - Penn, subway, subway, then Penn. A couple going down the stairs at Fifth Av. station in the middle of the set.

American flags keep showing up in my work - on subway cards and at Penn. A lingering affect of 911. The E train's last stop is the World Trade Center.

On 911 as I surveyed the horror around me, it never occurred to me to get a camera and document the day. Later that week, when I saw and read about all the photographers who had rushed to southern Manhattan, I realized that at the time I no longer was a photographer.

That has changed and in an odd way with the black.berry. I guess this is photography.

I think my BB work is solid - I am invading "public privacy", but every day I think more and more that I am "honoring" those I photograph, particularly now as I have better control of a limited camera. Fewer butt pictures.

I can understand others being uncomfortable with my taking BB shots because sometimes I am also. A good friend is horrified and thinks I am crazy. Especially shots taken on a LIRR car that goes to my home town. Sunday my son Alex was playing in a Bellmore PAL soccer game and another dad I saw there often is on my evening train. Community - where most not artistic at all.

In Penn and on subways and in MoMA there is far greater anonymity.

The damn black tape keeps falling off as I try to cover the BB flash. Every once in a while the flash fires even though it is set to off.

Just like when the zoom did no work. BB.quirks or black.berry.magic?

Columbus Day Parade here today. St. Patrick's Day these days is a much bigger event.

I think the world is still round, although.