I went to see Paterson primarily because I’m homesick and I get a special type of enjoyment out of seeing NJ’s hills, changing leaves, and, sometimes crumbling, brick architecture in it’s larger, more Northern cities. Guffaw all you want at the statement, but New Jersey is beautiful. Plus, my father’s family is from Paterson, as is Allen Ginsberg, and I always liked that connection.
Yes, finally! I took out my DSLR once more and took actual pictures this week. With the changing leaves, the colors have been gorgeous and I’m a little bit obsessed with the reds and oranges all over New Jersey right now.