A visit to NYC…
(which felt kinda counterintuitive on Memorial Day Weekend, considering the horrendous traffic heading OUT of the city)
but I live at the beach
(lucky me, I know)
I saw Strawberry Fields, finally, and was reminded of my best friend growing up and her total adoration of all things John Lennon…
and loving the fun edge-aberrations of MevetS’ wide-angle lens.
I was prowling for stranger pics and found many…
NYC is especially good for that!
He totally stole my heart and my imagination and reminded me, somehow, of a long-dead uncle who I wish had lived long enough to share his stories with me..
NYC is madness!!
death by bus or yellow cab, I wondered, as my short life flashed before my eyes
It’s Fleet Week and Steve forced me to talk to lots of handsome sailors…
Who insist they HAVE TO wear the uniform and don’t do it just to pick up girls…
The real reason for this crazy goose-chase across NYC was Manhattanhendge, which we somehow missed…
At the end of the day, in Times Square, I felt very much like a country-bumpkin, out of my element, distracted with the bright lights and the madness of city life… and very glad for the little patch of sand waiting for me at home by the sea.