Spoke Too Soon
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The rain stopped and people emptied out of New York for the long weekend. With a vengeance, the heat and humidity descended, reminding everyone that it was in fact, late May. In a combination of ignorance and arrogance, I wore jeans for the first few 80 degree days. I am always a little late to embrace seasons.
Practicing hand stands on the Great Lawn in Central Park.
Photographing Sean Crowley's things for The Burning House.
Cheddar Cheeseburger and fries. The perfect summer dinner.
I always wonder where planes are heading. This one just left LaGuardia heading west.
I spoke to soon about summer coming last week.
The Roebling Tea Room
Taking the advice of a few well seasoned New Yorkers, I avoided the traffic and stayed in the city for Memorial day weekend. Exactly one year ago, I packed up my things and moved down from Maine. My first year went by in the blink of an eye. I wonder, where will I be next Memorial Day?
Here are some more links,
Memorial Day (Picasa),
