My Myopia

I guess I tend to be a small-details rather than big-picture person, at least when it comes to looking at the physical world around me. Not that I don't enjoy a good panorama...but small things hold so much.

This is an example of what I assume Riverside Park looks like to most people. The rest of the photos are what I see when I go outside.

The End of a little trip inside my brain and eyes.

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things

The key to my mother's childhood jewelry box that I wear as a necklace.

This print.

The cut of this little purple dress, which I've had for several years now.

My brown cat eyes that fade from dark to light, discovered on Etsy.

Berries progress from blush to black.

Getting dizzy in secluded meadows.

Plants as hats.

This nail polish, borrowed from a friend, the perfect combination of jade and turquoise. "Turquoise & Caicos" by Essie.

This spot in Central Park. There's not a hint of city to be seen or heard...you actually feel that you're deep in the woods.

Inchworm defends his morning glory.

Hovering blue hydrangeas.

This lipstain, Cover Girl Outlast in Wild Berry.

How big the sky is above the Harlem Meer.

Raccoon friend we ran into.

Five-petaled roses with a heady perfume.

A mini cup of Ben & Jerry's Cookie Dough ice cream to finish the day.

Already Summer

It's hot, varying between bright and hot and thunder-stormy and hot. I feel like spring lasted for about thirty seconds. Everything has leafed out, and flowers are either fading or gone. We were too late for the wisteria pergola at the Central Park Conservatory Gardens, but at least we saw some in Brooklyn.

The Harlem Meer looking parkways.

Wearing maxi skirts, white, sandals, sunglasses, sunscreen, putting one's hair up, and seeking shade have all become obligatory.

On the plus side, the roses are starting.

Nothing but leaves. Not that I'm complaining.

I love all the outcroppings of giant rocks in Central Park. Reminds me of what the landscape may have looked like hundreds of years ago.

Devin gave me this beautiful garnet necklace several years ago. It strikes me as mildly medieval/Tolkienian, plus garnet is my birth stone, so I love it. I've been trying to remind myself to wear my jewelry more often.

Sheep Meadow dotted with sunbathers.

The Upper East Side of the park.

And our East-Side-location-only treat: Jamba Juice! While ubiquitous in CA, finding it here requires a bit of a trek.

Pomegranate Paradise on a sweltering day = well worth it.