You Talkin' to Me?

Taking a brisk morning walk down Fifth Avenue on the way to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, I got this gift. What else do I need? 

Going with the Flow

Susquehanna River, 2016

Here we are, just saying hello. I've lost the thread and won't say that I have picked it up again, but will make an effort in that direction. The humid weight of summer weighs down, one day at a time, until there are no days left. As the last days of July flow into August, the light and leaves turn dusky with time. There is only this as it always has been, as the pull of summer tries to eke out one more day, or many. Thirsty to hold as much water in my hands as I can, I know it won't wait for me. 

Saturday Sauna

"I'm realistic, not a dreamer." 

-T.M. 

Sometimes you just have to call it like it is. 

I Want To Name You Dot, But Apparently Something Like Princess Dutchie Pie Is In The Running

I don't know what to say, other than WHAT IS CUTER THAN A DUCKLING IN A BOWL?

Maybe a fluffy yellow chick or one of those kittens with the giant eyes, but this is pretty darn cute. 

Welcome, new friend!