Catching up on my GG has me missing NY and I've started organizing all my photos from the big city as a way of coping. I came across this (really bad, I know) shot of Lynn Yaeger that just reminds me of perching myself on a sunny stoop in soho and waiting for something, or nothing, or new york to happen.
In this months Vogue she writes about dealing with losing a job she's been brilliant at for decades (Village Voice) and buying snakeskin on a freelancers budget. I think she is just wonderful and I'm so happy I have this photo to remember the moment. hearts.
We arrived in Toronto and suddenly NY was no longer home. In less then a month we pack up again and head far and away to (what some call) the home-land. In the midst of all our adventures we have never forgotten our homiest of homes. Always dreaming of summer sun and dialing only one area code: 204.
Even our friends who are not from the peg understand the constant pull of the prairies. Some of them even write songs about it. Listen here.
we did some stuff during our last few days. shopped with dan.
gathered for food, family, friendship, and a magical story. took the train to dinner in Brooklyn. took a car home. went out to say goodbye. biz couldn't make it home in her new shoes, so justin traded with her.