San Francisco, Manhattan, Flushing ...the vibrancy of community ... markets, vendors, people fixing shoes and making keys, carrying pigs and noodles, lining up for dumplings, everyone in the mix ...

The parks ... men and women sitting and talking, some sleeping, shoes off ... birds chirping in their cages hung from the trees ... always games, gambling with cards or tiles, lots of women and men separated into circles of camaraderie, huddled for hours ...

These communities are like entering a zone ...one of demarcation: where it begins ... the stores, the markets, the foods, the fervor ... and where it ends ...

Familiar with the streets from so many visits, I have become one of them. I know my way. I walk, twisting and turning in and out of the streets and alleyways ... just  as they do ... they in search of a deal as they shop, I in search of my next image.