“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language. And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.” – T.S. Eliot
I truly do not understand quite why we fetishize the New Year the way we do but it is a tradition of very long standing among seemingly most human cultures, so there you are.
A few images from early this morning…
and a final image from’15 looking over the Hudson from Morningside Heights…
Our internet is dead again. Tech coming out tomorrow.
After Tuesday’s snow.
Perhaps walking is best imagined as an “indicator species” to use an ecologist’s term. An indicator species signifies the health of an ecosystem and its endangerment or diminishment can be an early warning sign of systemic trouble. Walking is an indicator species for various kinds of freedom and pleasures: free time, free space, and unhindered bodies.
Wanderlust: A history of Walking
Abigail had an appointment with the Orthopedist last week and since it was a follow-up visit and since I knew she was feeling better I had a chance to look around and this is what he has in the room. Unfortunately the doctor didn’t know who shoot this photograph. If anyone out there knows, let me know.
They broke ground for the bridge in October of 1927 and it opened on October 24, 1931 so I am guessing that this would be in mid to late 1928. I think that the one way street is Riverside Drive…people went north, how?
I was thinkin’ out loud
Talking to myself
I was up on a cloud
There was nobody else
From the bridge at West 157th Street and Riverside Drive