by The repair place called: your camera is ready. I ran crosstown to pick it up, but the battery I had with me was dead, so I had to run home, recharge it, and it was at this point that I noticed that I didn’t have my earrings on.
I’d taken them off to swim this morning, and somewhere between the pool and home they were lost. I ran to the pool, asked if anyone had turned them in. No. Checked the locker room, not there. These are one of the pairs of earrings Nora made and sent me. I’m sick with grief. It’s always good news/bad news. I can only hope that someone found them and is now loving them as much as I did.
I took a few shots before a major storm hit. This is Hudson Street, on my way to the city pool to look for my earrings. Notice the different levels of outwear. We’re in a heatwave. The girl in orange is dressed accordingly. I don’t get the girl in the cardigan and I really don’t get the woman who is wearing what looks like a heavy jacket!
This is the garden at St. Lukes, which is a half a block up and across the street from the previous shot. It’s a lovely place to sit and read.
And this is me turning the corner for home, totally dejected about the earrings and just before the storm hit. It’s thundering now, as I type this.
