Both meteorologically and psychologically, New Yorkers continually contend with a high pressure system. It's a city of strivers; no matter how hard you work, there's someone working harder. There's always someone richer, better looking, more successful. From the moment you leave your building, you're competing--for space on the sidewalk, the subway, trying to buy a sandwich.
I love it. When I lived in the People's Republic of Portland, I constantly felt the need to shake things up, to enliven the moody gloom of a place where it's cloudy over 200 days a year. Floyd and I may be the first people to ever move to New York City for the sunny climate. I resonate at the same frequency as the city, so I feel strangely calm here.
And a day doesn't go by when I see something fascinating in this city. Here are some of the somethings...
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| And another hundred people just got off of the train |
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| Admit it, we've all had days like this |
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| Won't he be surprised when he gets back in the truck? |
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| Puerto Rican Day Parade 2016 |
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| Puerto Rican Day Parade 2016 |
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| Central Park Magic, no filter necessary |
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