Girasol

My garden project in full effect:

Union Square

There's always a scene at Union Square, but almost never a stage.
Boom! Summer concerts on Thursdays at US.

... so we went to an all-American bar to watch the international sporting event known as the World Cup. Still strangely in touch with the world.

Never have I ever...

This was perhaps the second time that I have slept in a tent. This was also the first time that I have ever been anywhere near a trailer. Not just campers or RV but the stationary trailers with indoor plumbing and generated electricity.
I had never been in a freshwater river.
I have never seen a spring in person.


I have never eaten raspberries so fresh.
I have never eaten eggs straight out of the chicken (they had a coop and we went there in the morning to pick up eggs for breakfast).
Or for that matter seen them develop.

I never knew what a buckeye was:

I have never been on a ATV, or as they say in these parts, a four-wheeler.

Aiden constantly takes my virginity...

There have been a lot of firsts

Intermission

May was the month that offered an escape from both New York and the United States.
June was full of weekend excursions to Long Island, to my parents' home and to memories from a decade spent living in suburbia.
A great way to start off July was by fleeing Brooklyn (once more) and discovering/uncovering the root of Aiden's existence: Ohio, specifically southern Ohio.


Adding to the strangeness of this trip was the mode of transportation: a Greyhound. Never had I taken one and had it not been for the obnoxious woman desperately trying to make a phone call and alternately yelling at her phone for not having service in a dead zone at 8am on the bus from Cincinnati to Columbus , I would consider using this type of transportation with more frequency around the United States.

Upon arriving in Columbus, it dawned on me that this city was no New York and though it had a Midwestern charm, was no Chicago either. It was quaint, which is strange to say about anything called a 'city'. But it was: little shops, calmer people, etc... Very unlike New York. We took Lilly for a walk, who by the way I missed tremendously as it turned out.


During the two hour drive southward to Middleport, I experienced what he had experienced for a great portion of his life; the Americana lifestyle that seems strange and foreign to someone who has grown up in such an ethnically rich city.

Flea markets and family gatherings (of the large, extended assortment). It was the perfect holiday to really get an authentic feel for this all-American life: Fourth of July weekend.

Bryant Park

Summer in the city

blues

My brooklyn backyard is in bloom. first tulips, now hydrangeas, next the sunflowers.

The perks of temporary housing:

Insects are only a problem. Of course once outdoors, they become part of the ambiance.

Jackie O in her summer best.

Cosmic

Revamped and ready to go.

Beers, rides and sand. Merry summer!

Bushiwick Riviera

There are people and bright colors


A lot of sun and skies


and tanning