Awash in Color
I’m driving from Delhi, an everyday, by rote, sort of drive, or usually is. But the oranges are blazing from within; the ochres and umbers and burnt siennas are flaming out from beds of green. I feel a pang of a not at all melancholia. More of a bittersweet kinship with the unfurling, embracing scene as [...]
Looking Down at the DOT
The NYSDOT truck is parked out front and a uniformed guy is hauling detritus away from the drain in front of our building–the same drain I’ve cleared of gunk and garbage and plastic soda bottles in the past. So it’s good to know there is a maintenance crew that looks in now and then, even [...]