Sunday in the City

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.)