The resilience of the people who work them never fails to move me. They are often immigrant family owned and run with everyone taking a turn inside. Open all hours. I admire the f&$@ out of them.
I’m wild about all the photos, and for some reason, the halal bodega gave me feels. It’s NYC with all the bustle and admittedly capitalist charm, and none of the freezing temps, shocking prices, furious honking, and heartbreaking homeless people. In other words, NYC seen at a remove. I love seeing it through your lens.
❤️thank you for “showing love” with your Sunday photos ❤️
I’m wild about every foto and for some reason, the halal bodega gave me all the feels.
The resilience of the people who work them never fails to move me. They are often immigrant family owned and run with everyone taking a turn inside. Open all hours. I admire the f&$@ out of them.
I’m wild about all the photos, and for some reason, the halal bodega gave me feels. It’s NYC with all the bustle and admittedly capitalist charm, and none of the freezing temps, shocking prices, furious honking, and heartbreaking homeless people. In other words, NYC seen at a remove. I love seeing it through your lens.