Thursday, March 15, 2012

Seeking Her New York

Life in Her New York has gotten sweeter and missing has gotten smaller.

Still, while forever peering into corners, wondering if I'm truly home, recognizable moments reveal themselves and I remember Her New York.

a quiet moment with an old friend and the bridge we grew up by

an old union hall

dancing in a bar

another form of mass transit

the world of the day job

the kitty just as puzzled by Bond as I was by Star Trek

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That old saying that "home is where the heart is" is so true. Even though my home town has changed so much that it is barely recognizable my mind sees it the way it was and yearns for it. When I do catch little glimpses of "the way it was" I am transported back in time.