Two friends, 365 days.
been a good while since i did sunset and lines
in which sad makes me happy
sun down
tech policy bleeds into the night market
on the road
wow, seriously idyllic.
repetition, there is that, but it is always with a twist
goes up, goes down (thank you for being so reliable)
sometimes the evening light can give a miserable day new life
on fire
remembering
scampering on my past
“Even if all you do is break even, you’re still eating better and gaining skills.”
i never tire of sunsets
shedding coats in the park
applying grid to the sunset
pale gold sun goes down in the . . .
this case has seen miles i haven’t known
a moment later it was gone
properties of saturated and superheated steam
you’ll remember these
freedom tower
grateful for a window above the kitchen sink
growing up
shadow
unexpected greenery
little tiny rainbow cloud
20 minutes of daylight
the last rays
stained glass reminders
manhattan in the distance (rear window)
concoction
nature’s display
presence
overwhelmed by our atmosphere and beyond
settling, but jumpy
o’er me and lady liberty
love in the mist
one last little turn around the old neighborhood
left behind
postcards
rear window
signs of the clutterocalypse
isolation
remembering that ny is beautiful too
quiet, wait, mint
and then all of a sudden one day you realize that the pine bough is wild clover
on the way to one of the best places and pleasant things
observe nature
had to ask the internet which side was heads
the darkening sound
pilgrim hat made of candy and a cookie
moment's bright color in the midst of darkening storm
good crew, bad picture
as the sun leaves manhattan
bag of plastic potential
airbrushed evening. except real.
a subway platform is no place for a leaf to die
on-going repairs
heading home
last bloom before fall
never gets old
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