There were just too many interesting nuggets, too many compelling sites. I had to put them online. I Spy NYC. That was the name and that was the blog. Sometimes people encouraged me by hitting the like button and leaving a comment on posts that they liked. Sometimes the site would go a day or two without a visitor. Nevertheless, I checked the site stats every 15 minutes every day, sometimes more often. On a few occassions I received hits by the hundreds and I was certain that blog stardom was only a few clicks away. But, blog stardom never came. I never Haz'd Cheezburgers. No one ever gawked at me. Nothing I did was mashable. Sometimes it wasn't even passable. No one mistook me for a Fashionista and I never captured a Fail or spread celebrity gossip to TMZ. My personal blog remained...a personal blog. While I never made a dime off of I Spy NYC, and the Webbies never emailed, it did help me see the city in a rich and focused way. Committing to the blog pushed my exploration of the city much further than if I had shot only when I felt like it. My eyes were open, even when it was 5am and the sun hadn't yet peeked over the rooftops of Queens. I looked around corners and sometimes into sewers. This is what I found. The best photos from I Spy NYC.