NYC is not a new place exactly, but somehow last weekend was the first time I remembered to bring my camera (seriously….I know…).
One can’t paint New York as it is, but rather as it felt. ––Georgia O’Keefe
I love New York the way a dog loves sticking its head out the window of a car. The rush of adrenaline that swallows you when you emerge from the Penn Station subway stop. It’s all-consuming, electrifying. There’s no telling what New York could make out of you. A city so big, you know it must hold all the possibilities of the world.
When I got back to DC after a short weekend trip up to the Apple, the cab driver who picked me up from the train station to take me home asked me if I was going or coming. Was DC a visit or home? Home, I told him, from a weekend in New York. “That’s the way to do it,” he told me. “New York is too busy, too crowded and loud. It’s great, but you wouldn’t want to live there.” I smiled, nodded, said nothing and thought, I would.