I spent a lot of time in New York this weekend, which has been a rarity of late. I think this is only my second time back after returning from Portland, so I had all those fuzzy, “New York is wonderful” feels. For about five minutes. Then it was back to normal. Continue reading 365 Photos – 23/52
It has been raining like crazy in New Jersey for the past few days. Over the weekend, I drove down to the beach where we had the first torrential downpour.
At first, I thought the fog was steam from the hot asphalt. As I walked to the beach, though, it became clear that it was plain ol’ fog with almost zero visibility. I couldn’t see the ocean until I was standing it. It made for some pretty interesting pictures. Continue reading 365 Photos – 22/52
Do you ever walk down the street on a sunny day and hear a phrase of music and feel your sternum crack open just a tiny bit? Do you know what I mean when I say that? It’s a feeling. It’s not a theory. It can’t be pinned. It’s what I want to capture every time I write a poem and I keep writing poems because I never think I’ve captured it.
When I graduated from college, I had three cities in mind as to where I wanted to move: Portland, OR; Bloomington, IN; and Washington, DC. That list probably tells you a lot more about me than I care to admit. In the end, I chose to move to DC. Continue reading Portland, Portlandia
I was lazy this week. So lazy.
I didn’t want to bring my camera with me any where, which meant most of my pictures were taken last minute, inside. That’s okay, though. I believe you need weeks like that every now and then. And this was one of mine. Continue reading 365 Photos – 21/52