new york, new york.

columbia

olivia magnified + a view from the highline

st johns

 

central park

american girl flagship on fifth. talk about joy.

met up with meg. who is even (if you can believe it) more wise + wonderful in real life.

a few favorites: graphics at the nypl + this boy's conversation overheard on the Q line.

what I wish you could see in this picture is the guy doing tai chi.

indonesian dinner at a malaysian place in chinatown.

Sisters in The City.

Formatting's all off, inexplicably. Will drive me crazy. But I give up.

If the picture's pretty, Olivia probably took it.

on the up.

Sometimes on stairs or in elevators I think about the concept of up and also down, seeing as those are the choices, and how often I take the latter or occasionally neither, not moving any which way at all. Because down is easy and standing easier still, especially when it's cold outside and getting darker every day, winter on a tight winch lowering the sky and lengthening shadows, winter with her weakening wiles.

But then I think of the boy that once, he told me, encountered a staircase with a sign UP ONLY it said, UP ONLY, there underground in the deepest dark honeycombed echo of a parking garage, rock bottom as it were, and what if we chose that to be our only choice? What if we decided to go UP, he said, if we decided to always go UP? And he illustrated this interrogative with his hands in the air, reaching, pushing not only higher but more widely, clouds crumbling open above him. I just think we'd all be happier, he said. You know?

eleven eleven.

sky lanterns at the lake.

eleven/eleven/eleven, eleven:eleven.

yes, Greenwell's wish is written in Javanese.

but then again mine was upside-down super-loopy Italian

so you can't read that, either.

loving Meghan's daughter of the siberian steppe look in that last photo.

and I want to join whatever society of light

my sister seems to be heralding in the first.

magic made possible by the ever-lovely Lorina.

penny for the guy.

remember, remember the fifth of november

the gunpowder treason and plot,
I see no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.

guy fawkes, t’was his intent to blow up king and parliament.
three score barrels were laid below to prove old england’s overthrow;
by God’s mercy he was catch’d with a dark lantern and lighted match.

holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!

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happy to be with some high school mates for the holiday.

katie + james made the most epic effigy and we hiked up a mountain a bit 

and the boys built a bonfire. also, steamed milk + sandwiches.

doesn't get much better than that.

the bonfire | the marcus | the crowd