Manhattan’s 14th Street. View from 10th Avenue looking east across town.
The best gifts don’t come in boxes. Happy Birthday, Mom. Te Amo
I live in a city of hustle and bustle, chaos, movement, GO!-GO!-GO!, concrete, distractions, “The nexCRRSHH is CRRSHHH Street,” cabs, triple shot espressos, cockroaches, traffic lights, HONK-HONNNNNNNK, blocks, avenues, “Hey grrrl! TSK, Damn sexy! Why don’t you smile!?,” buses, litter, rats, and creation. The city lives, breathes, and grows; a creature brought to life by the pedestrians and traffic pouring continuously through its street veins. And then the…
The only word that came to heart and mind during this sunrise. [Na·ma·ste: derived from Sanskrit, a customary Hindu expression used as both a greeting and farewell. In some contexts, namaste is used by one person to express gratitude for assistance offered or given, and to thank the other person for their generous kindness.]
“The world is wide, and I will not waste my life in friction when it could be turned into momentum.” Frances Willard Very special credit to Daniel Waters. Danny, without your incredible rock skipping skills this shot would not have been possible. Thank you!
I thought of a Wordsworth poem I read years ago. I closed my eyes and let “that inward eye” wander over the field of memories.