Today (which, as I write this post, turns into yesterday) I discovered what I now think is one of the most beautiful places in New York City: Steinway Hall, the flagship store of the legendary Steinway & Sons.
I walked the showrooms in awe. Sheet music lined the overstuffed shelves. Music escaped from the practice rooms. The place is all marble and gold, grand and impossible. So much black and white gleam, your own image reflects in the propped-up lid and a set of four hands runs across the keys.
It reminded me how beautiful and regal the instrument can be. The kind of epic stories it can tell. I will walk this place when I want to feel joy.
I miss playing the piano.
Also...I apologize if this blog is turning into a strange photography romp through New York City. I'm going through a bit of a rough patch in this space and I hope to find some kind of focus soon. Until then. Well. I don't know.
