I await the return of my husband, whose been on safari in Wyoming. I miss him. I’m happy to have him home.
I have an engagement shoot tomorrow, and I have a wedding on Sunday, both of which I am very much looking forward to. I think about prospects, and though a little terrifying, I very much look forward to what I have to look forward to.
Sometimes when I listen to Jack Johnson, I remember that summer of 2002 that I spent in that small room with my old friend Kandi and our tiny little phones from China. And I recall the smell of mildew from the air conditioner, the mold I found under my posters, the walks up broadway to central park from Fulton St., sunning myself in Shepards meadow, walking slow and long, having four hour conversations with strangers along the way, and running in to those very strangers all over the city.
Evenings in Little Italy with my Spanish Sister. She takes care of me, and I’m pushy.
So yes, My strategy is to live off of Grilled cheese sandwhiches, and leave my wallet at home on long walks, take pictures of all the wonderful people who I come across, and accept fraudulent checks from Nigerian schemers. (I don’t deposit them )
People love me and I’m happy. A new website is coming soon, and pictures are getting clearer. And the more I do this, the more I love it.
Just thought I’d share the glow.