From the 27th floor, the avenue becomes a grey river. I’ve been
watching how the afternoon sun cuts across the glass — it turns
everything amber for about twelve minutes. That slice of warmth
feels like a secret.
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#reading
the marginalia of strangers
Found a used copy of ‘The Moviegoer’ with notes in the margins —
someone underlined every sentence about movies and wrote “YES” next
to a paragraph about loneliness. I wonder if Binx would approve.
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#photography
why I still carry a compact camera
Phone cameras are incredible, but they don’t make me slow down.
A little olympus from 2012 forces me to wait, to frame, to care.
Here are some frames from the last wet winter.