I took these photos on a recent Sunday stroll through my neighborhood, Crown Heights.

I don't know what it is about Brooklyn. The color I see here is unlike anything I've seen in any other place. It's been my home for the past five years, and my eye is still surprised when I walk down the street. I'm bound to find something odd or delightful, or both.

You feel a strong sense of history here, the touch of many human hands. So many layers, all smooshed together and painted over. The buildings on my block alone resemble a line of toy blocks, some brand new, others well-worn with time and love. I suppose that's the feeling I'm trying to capture.