Monday, November 12, 2012. There is so much mystery in the mist. What is coming? Is it hopeful, dangerous, prowling or wonderful? I can imagine I am in many places, least of all where I really am. I can see the distant shapes of something, I can see the far expanse of nothing. And yet I will walk on into it, expectant and eager as to what lies ahead.
As I travel around the City I am always aware of the art around me, in all of its forms. I enjoy watching the lamp posts as I pass by, the sides of buildings, the sidewalks, the sky, almost anywhere. Sometimes I spot artists I know from Union Square, Soho and elsewhere in the City.