Monday, April 20, 2009
A ray of Light
a ray of sunlight shot through the buildings to illuminate life in the midst of concrete.
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Dogs
this morning I went for a run in Prospect Park. As I entered the park I saw a big group of people in the front green. Frisbee this early in the morning, I thought. Excellent! Wait. No, dogs and their owners. Ah yes, the morning dog walk.
Dogs have the potential to be a great addition to a person's life. I grew up with dogs, and essentially took them for granted. Everyone in my neighborhood had a dog. We didn't even keep a tag on our dogs. They just stayed close to home and did whatever dogs do while we were away at work and school. Sometimes they begged for food, or jumped when a house guest first emerged from their car. Ultimately, our dogs weren't pets, they were part of the family. They traveled in the back of the truck with the kids, and they ate from their bowl while we at from the table.
What about a dog in my life now? I wonder how people make time and space for dogs in the city. They leave work early in the morning, and return late at night. Who watches the dog? And what about getting around with a dog? It seems that one would need to live near to a park because you can't take a dog on a train.
That all said, I guess that I will stick to watching dogs playing while I run through the park, and keep remembering the days of my childhood pet Brutus.
Dogs have the potential to be a great addition to a person's life. I grew up with dogs, and essentially took them for granted. Everyone in my neighborhood had a dog. We didn't even keep a tag on our dogs. They just stayed close to home and did whatever dogs do while we were away at work and school. Sometimes they begged for food, or jumped when a house guest first emerged from their car. Ultimately, our dogs weren't pets, they were part of the family. They traveled in the back of the truck with the kids, and they ate from their bowl while we at from the table.
What about a dog in my life now? I wonder how people make time and space for dogs in the city. They leave work early in the morning, and return late at night. Who watches the dog? And what about getting around with a dog? It seems that one would need to live near to a park because you can't take a dog on a train.
That all said, I guess that I will stick to watching dogs playing while I run through the park, and keep remembering the days of my childhood pet Brutus.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
a walk in the botanical garden
Today I went for a run. The sun was out, and I needed to get some blood pumping through my stagnant heart. As I rounded the corner by the Brooklyn Museum I noticed that the gates of the botanical garden were open. I slowed to look in at the park, and the man at the gate told me that admission is free on Tuesdays. Just my luck!
A first glance my eyes filled with tears. Perhaps it was the pollen, but I know that it was the beauty of green and flower buds emerging from the brown. Oh Spring. This year Spring is taking it's sweet, fresh time coming into the room. Like a bride down the aisle, all eyes are on Mother Nature as she glides into full sight.
My favorite sight in the botanical garden was a tree in the shakespeare garden. I don't recal the name of the tree-- but the flowers were white, and it was amazing to look at.
I am going to make it a habit to stop off at the Botanical Garden when I run on Tuesday mornings. The view of flowers is a simple pleasure that I forget to make time for.
Flowering Apricot
A first glance my eyes filled with tears. Perhaps it was the pollen, but I know that it was the beauty of green and flower buds emerging from the brown. Oh Spring. This year Spring is taking it's sweet, fresh time coming into the room. Like a bride down the aisle, all eyes are on Mother Nature as she glides into full sight.
My favorite sight in the botanical garden was a tree in the shakespeare garden. I don't recal the name of the tree-- but the flowers were white, and it was amazing to look at.
I am going to make it a habit to stop off at the Botanical Garden when I run on Tuesday mornings. The view of flowers is a simple pleasure that I forget to make time for.
Flowering Apricot
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Good, Clean Fair Food
Michelle Obama's Agenda Includes Healthful Eating
No doubt that many people are cheering after reading this piece in yesterday's New York Times. I know that I am cheering. Michelle is just the person to talk to America about food choices and lifestyle habits.
I've been away from the blog for a long while. Work consumes me... It's too bad because living in New York is certainly an experience to be shared. I hope to get back to writing, and to sharing life in the City.
No doubt that many people are cheering after reading this piece in yesterday's New York Times. I know that I am cheering. Michelle is just the person to talk to America about food choices and lifestyle habits.
I've been away from the blog for a long while. Work consumes me... It's too bad because living in New York is certainly an experience to be shared. I hope to get back to writing, and to sharing life in the City.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
today is my birthday. I woke up early, stressed about work-- no good-- and as I settled back for some sleep, I contemplated my teddy bear. I wondered how long I have had Bear. "not that long" I thought. He was a gift from Sisters at a hospital where I did job shadowing while in my first year of college. That was when I was 19. And now I am 35. Wait! That is nearly half of my life. I have had this bear in my possession for half of my life. 17 years! And so much has happened in 17 years. And when I was 19 I thought that I was so mature; an adult. I was mature, for that age. Now I am 35. So many years have passed since I was given the stuffed animal, and yet it seems like yesterday.
People get all pushy when I discuss being 35. The younger ones say that I don't seem 35. The older ones look at me as though I am intentionally insulting them, and calling them old. Frankly, I just want to pull out the thoughts that are cirlcling in my head about age. And about how perspective changes as I grow older. There's no judgement in my expression, it's just thinking.
I wonder if there is an equation that explains how it happens that perception of time changes as one grows older. You know, like when you are driving along a flat highway, and a mountain ridge sits in front of you. As you drive closer to the ridge, the view changes. Maybe the way that we experience the passing of time is something like the mountains on the horizon.
I don't know... it just seems that the passing of time is different now than it was when I was 19.
Anyway... I am bored with this topic now. I better get some work done before my next birthday laps me.
People get all pushy when I discuss being 35. The younger ones say that I don't seem 35. The older ones look at me as though I am intentionally insulting them, and calling them old. Frankly, I just want to pull out the thoughts that are cirlcling in my head about age. And about how perspective changes as I grow older. There's no judgement in my expression, it's just thinking.
I wonder if there is an equation that explains how it happens that perception of time changes as one grows older. You know, like when you are driving along a flat highway, and a mountain ridge sits in front of you. As you drive closer to the ridge, the view changes. Maybe the way that we experience the passing of time is something like the mountains on the horizon.
I don't know... it just seems that the passing of time is different now than it was when I was 19.
Anyway... I am bored with this topic now. I better get some work done before my next birthday laps me.
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