...when in an elevator she had traveled in over half her life, she pointed to the worn patch of wood and said, "This is still here."
After dinner the missing of mothers drifted into words.
I looked up.
What was still here was how certain nights still felt like Florence if she were a New York evening.
So we wandered and looked at what was still here.
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The sameness of things in the midst of change is very comforting. Sometimes it's only a feeling or a scent but it's enough.
I love how the presence of Florence has grown, shifted, transformed over the years I've been reading this blog. Very evocative and beautiful.
beautiful pictures...I love the one of the ad saying "never hide" and that elevator floor looks like it could be a painting.
It's fun to look for all the marks, dents and dings that left an impression on us. Who do the shoes belong to?
I love these photos too.
that's the famous, infamous, beloved shoe repair store on 7th street between first and 2nd Ave.
Joni are you still out here? I saw a thing you wrote on Tina the elephant! She was my step dads girl. I'm looking in to what happened to her after Bob died. If you could contact me that would be amazing. Please find me on fb. Zoey Holman, I'm in MN now. Blessings.
Hi Zoey - I'm in touch with Joni! How do you know her? Tina finally found a home and lived a good many years in a much happier environment than that awful cage at NYC's Central Park Zoo.
http://www.nytimes.com/1983/02/02/nyregion/tina-the-angry-elephant-departs-like-a-pussycat.html
http://www.peta.org/issues/animals-in-entertainment/zoos/elephant-deaths/
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