Photo Journal

I left my apartment this morning and thought, "I should document my daily life in photos."

There are two problems, though. The first.....I love to observe life, but I like to live it, too. The second.....I don't want to look like a tourist walkin' around the city all the time.

I will, however, try to document life in the city in photos. Like Illustrations to go along with the text of this blog.

This, I snapped as I was walking to catch the train this morning. You can see the tracks ahead.

Waiting for the train to take me to work. It was already muggy and hot.
But still, a pretty nice morning.

I walk past this every day on my way from work back to the subway. I don't know why I don't notice it in the morning, but I imagine it's because I am so focused on getting to the deli to have my favorite breakfast sandwich, heart attack on a roll (bacon, egg, and cheese on a roll). Every day I see it, I find myself a little unnerved by the three story tall hockey player dude in his jockeys, holding his (hockey) stick, and surrounded by Ice. This show (MVP) seems to me to be soft porn thats been picked up by ABC. Someone should let Time's square and ABC know there's a reason the show was dropped so quickly from CBC. Some of you might remember it better by it's full name, "MVP: The Secret Lives of Hockey Wives."



You can't see it, but the building at the end of the street has a giant "Vote" sign on it. Today was a special trip from work back to the subway station, as it was smack dab at 7:30. And any theater person knows that is half hour, and that means lots of people waiting to go see the newest, or oldest, or longest running, or most awarded Broadway shows are on my way home from work. No matter how man times I have been there, times square always leaves me in awe.



Waiting for the train this evening after work. It's been a long week, and it's only Wednesday. That's my train up ahead.

Little Bright Lights

In an instant what one knows to be true is truth, but what one knows to be true changes from one instant to another. Is there any truth that remains constant through time?

I believe in love. Love is a truth that is constant through time. Could love be the little bright lights?

Stir it up...

Here we go....here we go....here we go again. Missing you is not a crime, but I am ashamed to admit the things I would do to be near you again.

The patio which once bathed in spring's setting sun, is speckled with the shadows of summer leaves. It's beautiful, darlin. Do you think the cats will like the city nights? All the sparkling city lights. Us two, the Little Bright Lights.

I can't wait, to share this adventure. I can't wait to follow this path. It goes where it leads, what a crazy path. It has lead me here to you, crashed in like waves of the sea. Blessed are we, when i have you and you have me.

Bob Marley is wailin' in the background, and my favorite smoke fills the air. So, you see I can't hold back the words, just let them roll from my fingertips. The feelings of you I miss. The sweetness lingers on my lips. I hold back from falling deeper and deeper, there is no getting out of this gutter now.

So, I hope the city is ready for us. Cause I am sure we are going to take it by storm. And life is waiting for us to grab it, tame it, make it ours. where ever we set home is the place we will be. We don't need riches, we don't need things. We will make a home set for kings, and queens, and in betweens. I don't know, where we go...I know we will succeed. I know we'll be happy.

So stir it up.....and no woman no cry....get up stand up...
We don't have riches, we don't have things...we aren't a million lights of a city burning...but we have little bright lights to find the way...and there's always something to say...and everything is gonna be all right...so no woman no cry...no woman no cry....

Much love and peace, always.