Oh, look at how she listens She says nothing of what she thinks; She just goes stumbling through her memories Staring out on to Grey Street. She thinks, “Hey, How did I come to this? I dream myself a thousand times around the world, But I can’t get out of this place.” There’s an emptiness
If you fly with Delta Airlines to Port-au-Prince, you will typically be subject to a lengthy layover in New York City. Gee… how painful… There’s no lack of chat on this blog about street photography. For two of the three students with me, though, this was their first time in such an environment. Love it.
You just never know what you’ll find… Starts the day at the West Side Diner. A lot like the Manhattan Cafe that I frequent on the Upper West Side for extended breakfast. Even though there are a thousand places to eat breakfast in New York, I tend to lean towards what I know. Funny how
When your day starts off in a tiny cafe south of Washington Square with a nice Americano being stared at by a half-blind dog… …how else would you WANT to start the day!?! No, really. After a few days of little cafes that only seat a dozen, a guy could get really used to that.
All those “I heart NY” shirts, Halal carts, pervasive taxi’s, sky scrapers, and Times Square. Wall Street. All things New York. But after you’ve been here a few times, you stop going to touristy things. I think I’ve been to everything that New York City offers – Ellis Island, Statue of Liberty, Statue of Liberty,
And despite everything, New York will always be there. In all of its extraordinary glory. Travel to London, Paris, Dubai… still… all the others seem to pale in comparison to New York City. I’m not saying its my favorite city, it is just a city like none other. Sitting here in a cafe on Broadway
Tomorrow, I will be in New York City. This is not New York City. This is just downtown in the small town… again. But tomorrow… …I leave for a little while. Its my travel season. Its my Travel New Year. Tomorrow sets a few months of travel in motion. So, what am I taking on
So, in other news, in one of the more bizarre weeks of my life, I was in New York City… not once, but TWICE within one week. It just happens that way sometimes. Nevertheless, I’ve seen more modes of transportation in the past 10 days than the entire rest of the year thus far combined.