You see that last picture? It is not technically perfect in any sense. In fact the original is way too over-exposed. But I can remember just how i felt when that was shot. It was through a cab window, and I was on my way to a museum. Everyone on the sidewalk moved in hurried unison. The snow fell quickly but silently. And though it was ferociously cool out, the world went on.
And the top photo? That's why i woke up homesick this morning. I miss New York today. I miss it everyday, just some days more so than others. The lobby of our apartment smelt like apples and cinnamon, and that's the small things I'm remembering and yearning for today.