A hundred eyes look upon us but they cannot see us Two bridges in fog and no one to cross them
A hundred eyes look upon us but cannot see us
Tag: city life
Looking upon rooftops from a bird’s eye view
It's almost impossible to fathom the number of people— of individuals, families— that fill the buildings of New York City. Five boroughs filled with I don't know how many buildings; and many if not most of those buildings contain anywhere from six to twenty-six apartments or more. Every window may represent a person. It boggles… Continue reading Looking upon rooftops from a bird’s eye view
A doubtful guest arrived just before those invited
Saturday evening, perhaps twenty minutes before the arrival of some friends, as I sat on the Queen Anne, a shadow shape limped into my peripheral. I said Mouse! And then my tone changed immediately as I saw him slump to a stop on the floor just a few feet from me, and close his eyes.… Continue reading A doubtful guest arrived just before those invited
The bird in my kitchen, and other prophecies
This morning I woke to find a black bird walking around in my kitchen. When I walked in, she startled and flew smack into the window a couple of times. I opened a screen for her, but she flew into the living room and affixed herself to a screen before I got another one open… Continue reading The bird in my kitchen, and other prophecies
Colors of the city : day to night
Some images of beautiful buildings, trees, and windows around Park Slope at eventide.
An old bit of writing, again.
I still rather like this one; Probably could use more editing, but that's generally the case. In places more frequented by stars Night is a vast and velvet thing- An arcing mass, abyss from which the wisps of dreams are rent or born — to which their unreckoned ellipses return at first light or break of… Continue reading An old bit of writing, again.
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