(Jan 1) And so it begins. With the wrapping up of loose ends.
I realize it’s only going to get harder
When I went to have lunch with Lindsay and Leah
Leah had an art installation in SoHo
The universe has spoken. But I do not understand.
(Nov 18) I need to figure out a better way to process my phone photos. Instant uploads to “the cloud” turn out not to be terribly useful to me.
Ok. I’m going to miss grilling over an open fire.
It takes decent night photos for a phone
I sent this to Viza to announce my arrival on Roosevelt Island
If you look closely, there’s a rainbow
A travesty committed against pizza
I had lunch with Lindsay and Leah
(June 6) Paid a visit to Lindsay and Delilah. I’m always happy to see her for a number of reasons. Took in some eye candy at the park while I waited for her to get home. It reminds me how much I miss Brooklyn and the life I had there.
I finally got a shot of this in the daylight
I don’t quite get the message, which includes dudes paddling bathtubs.
Mr. Chicken apparently lives around here
I dropped in on Lindsay for a quick visit. She asked how Larry is, and who knows him as Viza.
Poor Lindsay moves so often, I can’t keep track of which stop to get off at. Unfortunately, this wasn’t it.
The rest of July.
Old skewl truck in Port Jefferson.
He’s usually out there playing when I walk by in the daylight.
These mimosas have yet to fall to the disease wiping them out.
They remind me of my maternal grandparents
Little did they know, they were about to move again.