Though I’ve been reckless and selfish,
our memories are engrained in my mind.
Your tender words have been inscribed on my heart;
Perhaps they were lies,
Perhaps it was the truth that you were too afraid to accept;
I hope it’s the latter, no matter how dangerous that may be.
Shot by me, NYC.
Shrouded in darkness, the overbearing weight of negativity
creeping in like the fog that rolls in overnight.
A silent killer,
eating at me from the inside.
In no time,
I got lost in the dense, opaqueness
All the thoughts in my mind,
Seems to be more than just a feeling, a lifestyle.
Pic taken by me on Fulton Street by South Street Seaport, NYC.
Bombarded by those thoughts,
a war zone inside my head.
Bombs go off,
stand tall like a soldier;
I want to fall down and cry.
Beware of unclear boundaries and unspoken expectations.
Pic shot by me in Financial District, NYC.
intensified by concrete and steel.
Throngs of people crowd the streets,
dirt envelops all surfaces,
the scent of rancid garbage permeates the air.
Despite it all,
rain is beautiful on a steamy day;
the petrichor feeds my soul,
relief has washed over my body.
Shot by me at The Brooklyn Barge, Brooklyn NY
Pic Taken by me in Ditmas Park, Brooklyn
Pic taken by me at Whitney Museum, NYC
Pic taken by me at Prospect Park, Brooklyn NY.
so seemingly simple, yet complex
A beautiful display of science above us,
a natural work of art
Sun rays, water droplets, light refraction, reflection
stretching yonder for all to see
Radiant, amazing in its own right
In ideal conditions, a double rainbow is visible
A spectacular sight becomes magnified;
The rainbows complement each other’s beauty,
a phenomenon to behold
appreciate the uniqueness each one brings to the whole
Pic taken by me at Citi Field: Queens, New York
we were broken before we even know what it meant.
Pic taken by me at Greenwood Cemetery, Brooklyn, NY
The photos in this post are not taken from today, but I’m reminded of this moment in time due to today’s first snow shower in Brooklyn. It’s been quite warm as of late, and aside from our blast of cool air this weekend – tomorrow will be a high of 54 and rainy; I’m not looking forward to it.
The photos I’m sharing are from snow days we had earlier in 2016 – when I was inspired to go outside and capture moments of peace and natural beauty. The first blanketing of snow on the concrete is a magical transformation. To see the glimmer from the snowflakes, the encapsulating white, is to enjoy winter at its best. Yes, it’s cold, but it’s never too cold to go out and enjoy it!
Snow always calls for adventures. Whether it’s snowball fights, sledding, or rolling down hills, I appreciate how it summons our inner child to play. The snow slows us down, both physically and mentally. We savor the time watching the flakes fall from the sky, witnessing our environment change before our eyes. We know commutes will be longer and we’ll have to shovel and make paths – but we also know it’s the perfect excuse to get the fireplace started and drink something warm.
I’m taking this opportunity to romanticize the snow. To think about the comfort of relaxing with a book, wine, knitting, or loved one. To think about staying in for the day and not feel ashamed of it. Well, unless there’s work. But isn’t there something pleasant and tranquil about a snowfall?
(all pictures taken by me)
via Daily Prompt: Flames
Flames… take me back to A New York City sunset on a summer day, emitting stunning shades of orange, yellow, and gray.
Often, our cityscape sunsets combine shades of red, pink, purple, and blue – a delightful saccharine swirl of colors similar to a cooling sherbet on a hot day.
In a cacophonous, bustling, city – these sunsets bring a sense of calm, of peace, and appreciation. The buildings and skyscrapers become shadows, playing the supportive role to the sun’s rays while being an integral part of the composition.
Sunsets, the metaphorical flames of NYC.
(all photos taken by me)
Headstone of Jean-Michel Basquiat; Greenwood Cemetery
Path sign at Greenwood Cemetery
Headstone in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery
Old headstones in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery
Fall Foliage; Sleepy Hollow Cemetery
Beautiful fall foliage pathway; Sleepy Hollow cemetery
(all photos taken by me)
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve developed an appreciation for cemeteries. Walking through a cemetery makes me feel calm and pensive, and somehow a bit safe. It’s a sacred space and almost surreal in the sense that you’re reminded of how fleeting life is. There’s something about being in a cemetery that prompts a sense of reflection and curiosity. A curiosity for what may have happened to some of these people, how were they buried, who cared for them, and what lies beyond.
I’ve recently had the pleasure of visiting Greenwood Cemetery in Brooklyn and Sleepy Hollow Cemetery in Sleepy Hollow, New York. Both cemeteries are historic in their own right – Greenwood is actually a National Historic Landmark in which with many notables and members of high society have been buried.
Founded in 1838, the beautifully designed cemetery is the home of Battle Hill, the highest point in Brooklyn. It’s also home to the burial grounds of beloved artist Jean-Michel Basquiat, Theodore Roosevelt Sr. (father of U.S. President Theodore Roosevelt), and many others.
If you’re in the NYC area, drive or take the MetroNorth to Tarrytown for a visit to Sleepy Hollow cemetery. I typically go around Halloween; of course, due to Mr. Washington Irving’s legendary tale, the town absolutely comes to life during the fall season. There’s plenty to do in Tarrytown in October, and I definitely recommend talking a walk through Sleepy Hollow cemetery; it’s so rich and full of history and looks stunning when fall foliage is in full bloom.
At Sleepy Hollow cemetery, you’ll find “The Old Dutch Church of the Manor of Phillipsburgh,” which has been around since the late 1600s. Stop by the church during October and enjoy a dramatic performance of “Irving’s Legend“. You can take historic walking tours, and of course, pass by the grave site of Washington Irving himself.
Keep an open mind and think about all of the knowledge to be gained when you visit a historic cemetery!
September is apple picking season in New York! The image above shows apples for sale in crates at the Queens County Farm when I went pumpkin picking a while back.
You can’t pick apples at the farm, but in October, they have plenty of fresh apples from the Hudson Valley for sale.
Below, I’ve listed some places you may want to look into if you’re interested in picking some fresh New York apples this season:
Happy Apple Picking!
(image shot by me at Queens County Farm in Queens, NYC)
Spring was officially yesterday and it snowed in Brooklyn.
I took this photo at the Queens County Farm this past October, but sunflowers are always so enjoyable. They remind me of spring, summer, and fall. I even managed to capture a bee pollinating. Plant more flowers for the bees! #SaveTheBees
PS: Queens County Farm dates back to 1657 and is a great trip for the family as it includes a petting zoo, so there’s plenty of opportunities to educate the children and family on farm animals, agriculture, gardening, and even farming history. This is a sustainable farm and only sells its produce locally; they are sometimes at the Union Square Greenmarket.
Views from Williamsburg, Brooklyn.
Spring is almost here and it is getting quite enjoyable to be outside. As much as I love to get away from NYC, I absolutely love the sunsets here. There’s something about the sun shining off the buildings, the shadows that are cast, and the cascading of light down the avenues. In all of this grit and grime, there’s some luster and beauty.