As I drove south toward lower Manhattan this morning on my way to Brooklyn, I was listening to an NPR report about the latest iteration of madness taking place in that part of our city. I grabbed my camera (I'm a really safe driver, promise), hoping to capture visually some of the sorrow and distress I'm feeling right now about this recent acceleration of jingoism and intolerance. It worked.
:images diana murphy, hard rain
Welcome to my little walk through Riverside Park this a.m. As I took a bunch of snappies and absorbed the early morning light, I imagined myself (via a rich portion of luck and a good bit of hard work) someday visiting the luminous Janelle, traveling alongside her through the wild kingdom that is her home. Oh, but wouldn't that be swell?
:images dianamuse; 217project no. 39