New York Alive: In Bloom

To me, this scene, these people are magic.  The very essence of New York in spring. 

New York Alive

Chinatown is bustle and movement and wind-swept red. It's my favorite neighborhood in Manhattan. 

New York Alive

I've walked past this blackened window, each day, for years.  Tonight, for the first time, the lights were on, and I found these leaning frames, a backwards canvas, and one sideways sculpture.  It felt a bit like magic to walk the same sidewalk, to look up and see.  How had I not known?

Upside Down

Late last night on a G train, I looked up from my book and found this.

He looks how I feel.

This Is: New York Alive

This. As a follow-up to last week's photo. Because we're still counting the years. We're still trying to decode the mystery.

Them. Because they are tangled, windblown, like I used to be. Because they're together but each one looks towards another something else.

Her. Because the words can't wait.

This. Because maybe gold will stay longer than we thought it would.

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New York Alive

Last week I mentioned in an email to a friend that New York looked (among other adjectives) 'alive'.  She asked what New York alive looked like. Which is one of the best questions I've ever been asked.  The answer came to me in a film strip of images.  

I thought it would be fun to look for and capture New York alive which can be interpreted in many ways. I thought it might help me be a better see-er which will make me a better writer. I thought it might be fun to place my findings here whenever I feel like it.

So that's my upfront.  This is what I'm finding.

What does your home, your city, your town look like alive?

 These. Because the shoes are birds.

This. Because there's wonder in a fallen tree. We run our fingers across the rings. We measure growth.