February 9, 2019
🔔 Every Time A Bell Rings… A New York City angel gets stalked by me. Did you happen to notice I never stalked the angels in the 5th borough? This is partly because, by design, Manhattan doesn’t have any of my favorite kind of angel… the grieving angel. In fact, Read more…
March 11, 2017
The things you think are visually appealing as a little kid are stored for continual appreciation even decades letter. For me, gasoline, water and black top. Premature daffodils in the backyard, appreciated by an outstretched slug, appreciated by me. A snow-dusted Central Park on a grey winter day while I am Read more…