Stacy Horn

Ugh, when you’re in a hurry. It’s always packed with people who have all the time in the world, apparently. I was going to take pictures of my walk home, but I ran errands instead. So tomorrow. I’ll give a tour from the financial district to the WTC to home.

Here I’m about to cross Canal Street and head up Broadway.

I was taking pictures of some reflections on a building down at the WTC when a plane went by. A plane and a New York City building—still kinda creepy. Here are the reflections.

Here is the plane. Well, maybe not so bad. Maybe it’s just me.

I don’t know about being a gallery guide down at the WTC. It involves giving presentations to school groups which sounds even more nerve wracking than the presentations you have to give on the tours. I have zero experience with children. I don’t know. I have to give this some thought.

I took this heading out of the subway, when I got back home. Hey! That guy looks a little Johnny Depp-ish, doesn’t he?

I took too long puttering around this morning and now I don’t have time to go to the library before heading downtown for a gallery guide training class down at the WTC Tribute Center. Now I need to rethink my whole day.

This training should be interesting. Originally I trained to be a tour guide for the WTC site, but I just didn’t enjoy being “on” like that. I also found teaching draining for the same reason. Some people thrive on that, I prefer to be in the background. (It’s why I love writing.)

I believe a gallery guide just has to stand around answering questions and I think I would love that. I would get to interact with visitors from all over the country and the world, but not in a performing way. In fact, in a more real and interactive way. I will report back!

So these are my $29.99 reading glasses. Yeah, probably not worth it but what the hell. What’s spent is spent.

I am not liking anything I’m writing today, so I’m stopping. It’s really pointless to continue because I can’t tell if what I’m doing is good or bad. There are probably other things I can do that are just as useful. And I’ll get right on them as soon as I think of what they are.

A rear window type shot from my roof. Except nobody was out there at the time. And they’d probably yell at me about all the pigeons if they were.