I just realized I haven’t spent the day just walking around taking pictures in like, forever. It’s my favorite thing. Except I should do the laundry. And work on my book proposal
I took the picture below on 11th Street, on my way to choir practice. The blossoms have begun to fall, something so pleasing to walk through I wrote about in my singing book.
“I’ve become intimately acquainted with the changing seasons on 11th Street. For instance, there’s a stretch where for a brief time during the spring the cherry blossoms are so abundant and so lush they make a big, fat, fluffy white and pink canopy that stretches from sidewalk to sidewalk. It’s a dazzling display. The best part however, is when the petals begin to fall. It makes me wish New York City were car-free. I want to be able to walk down the center of the street like I’m in the middle of my own botanical ticker-tape parade. I’d raise my arms to the skies and twirl around in this confetti-like explosion of renewal and possibility and pretend it’s all for me.”