It's taken me years, but I finally now think
of NYC when I say, "The City."
(For many years, this phrase evoked Philadelphia for me.)
I brag all the time about how easy it is
to get into NYC, and it is...
but with a confirmed "nature boy" for a son,
I don't take advantage of that ease
as often as I might like.
So yesterday, with the boy still at sleepaway camp,
a large-screen screening of Kyss Mig
at Lincoln Center lured me in.
(Loved it.) And then a show at ICP got me snapping shots.
Here's a classic street scene:
A truck that caught my eye
(can't imagine why):
The sun burnishing the buildings as it set:
This beautiful red-headed girl I spotted.
I started following her... couldn't help it!
As she headed into Penn Station,
she must have felt my gaze...
my heart was pounding:
she was on to me!
But she didn't seem the least bit upset.
Reader, we went home together.
(Special thanks to T for this last photo,
which is a view from the train.
Thanks to her, too, for a wonderful Sunday.)