086/100 • NEW YORK
Floating on a wire
over the cars on the bridge,
the river below.
New and old
085/100 • NEW YORK
What’s new is new, but
old things have memories of
people and places.
Thunderstorm
084/100 • NEW YORK
A crack and a flash —
the fire hydrant in the sky
drenches the city.
Neighborhood blooms
083/100 • NEW YORK
Bodega flowers:
bright reminders of sunshine
on a cloudy day.
Old school
082/100 • NEW YORK
The joy of snail mail —
both giving and receiving —
just never gets old.
Meaning
081/100 • NEW YORK
A picture is not
just a picture, and a word
is not just a word.
Respite
080/100 • NEW YORK
A bench in the shade,
wet hair on a cool pillow —
a heat wave, broken.
Absent muse
079/100 • NEW YORK
It’s like writer’s block
for photographers; what will
make me shoot again?
Vocabulary
078/100 • NEW YORK
I’m suspicious of
words like “effortless,” “self-made,”
and “independence.”
Summer thrills
077/100 • NEW YORK
A book and a breeze —
my evenings are simple
when it's this damn hot.
On the platform
076/100 • NEW YORK
A glimmer of light
on the tracks, a rush of air —
finally, the train.
Penthouse predator
075/100 • NEW YORK
Sneaking up on me
and my snack like a wild beast,
an urban hunter.
Fireflies
074/100 • NEW YORK
They don’t care about
you or me; they only care
about lightning — blink.
Choices
073/100 • NEW YORK
The least I can do —
a blackened oval — is not
enough, on some days.
A photo-free weekend
072/100 • NEW YORK
My indulgences
were not well-documented —
just take my word for it.
Indiscriminate inspiration
071/100 • NEW YORK
Grasping for beauty
wherever we can find it
and holding on tight.
Hypothetical-ish
070/100 • NEW YORK
What superpower
would you choose? I’ve chosen mine
and how I’d use it.
First heat wave
069/100 • NEW YORK
We’re wired and wild
from too much sun — summer is
not even here yet.
Packing
068/100 • NEW YORK
Tetris with clothing —
trying to fit my closet
into this luggage.
We made it
067/100 • NEW YORK
A long week, over;
a fresh weekend beginning —
thankful for Friday.