Photos and words from my New Orleans visit.
On the those walks through ongoing city blocks, what do we think about? New places and faces let stories unfold as we create our own meaningful connections.
After work I took the train to Utica Ave for a travel writing class. I wasn’t sure what neighborhood it fell under. Normally, I don’t travel far into…
Thanks to an unlikely spring day in New York, I spent my Sunday afternoon roaming the West Village. I walked from loud to quiet pocket streets, sometimes getting lost, but eventually making sense of all the sights and sounds.
For a couple of weeks I’ve wanted to erase the miserable existence of these winter months. I could take the holiday cold with the occasional walk in 30-40 degree weather, but January brings an intolerable coldness; the one that leaves the bitter cold on tips of fingers and toes even after entering a warm room.