central park, just after the rain.

on yesterday

An evening walk about the neighborhood and a raspberry Italian cream soda for the way home. 

green

The green was just so good all weekend.

grape and grain

 Scenes from a birthday dinner. 

light

You'd never know it this dark, rainy morning, but the last few days have been absolutely lovely around here. I'd be content in this weather all summer long. These photos are from the night before last, on a walk down my street to meet friends for dinner. Light.

the national, museum of modern art, may 5

The thing about The National is that, from the year I was 17 and only just beginning to suss out a life, they have given voice to my sadness, my triumphs, to pretty much everything I know to be true. Theirs are the voices that undo me. Every. Single. Time. 

On Sunday, as part of a durational performance at the MOMA, they played Sorrow for six hours straight. The bittersweet sounds of sorrow, over and over and over again. That's exactly 105 times, if anyone is wondering. I haven't seen them live in years, but that old familiarity was there, and it was the truest. 

sunday walk

Last weekend: a walk through Brooklyn. Park Slope to Bed-Stuy by way of sleepy streets and stunning  corners, and my belief right then and there that this is the loveliest of all the springs I have ever lived, here and elsewhere.