Photo by SB
Now that I have been back in California for a day, I've thought about my little trip to the east coast. In an earlier post I wrote about a few observations. Here are a few more.
I never had the chance to see the New York skyline when the Twin Towers were a major part of it. I wish I had. In my very brief visit there I did not have any experiences to write about them and their absence. I didn't talk to anybody about them or their demise. I wonder if they are slowly slipping into history. I doubt New Yorkers are ready to put the pain from their loss in to history yet.
It amazes me how I can be next to the biggest US city and be lost in the very sparsely populated countryside trying to get to West Point. I always believed that NYC was a huge metropolis that spread all over the east coast. Who knew it was so close to so much nature? I guess they know.
As I write this, I realize that I really have no deep appreciation for this place. I spent a few days there and only had one day to explore it to any level. I did not have time to meet anybody in the city and get to know them. I didn't get a chance to appreciate the food, the arts, and the life of the city. I did not have time to have a crush on somebody. I feel that I still hardly know the area any more than I would from reading a postcard.
Generations Talking about Pollock
Photo by SB
(She had a lot of great insights into this painting, which was my favorite in the museum. Her Dad encouraged her to talk about it and Pollock's other works. I think both he and I learned from her)
I really want to go back to New York and explore it deeply. I want to spend a year there and photograph it, photograph the people, eat the food, walk the streets, and at least live it for a little while. I want to feel how cold it gets and how hot the summers can be. I want to meet a dark-haired beauty (I don't know why she has to have dark hair, but it is my fantasy I guess.) at a book reading event and we seduce each other. I want to make love in a cramped little studio apartment that has a kitchen smaller than my bathroom counter. I want to feel the immense size of the city try to crush me and make me feel so alone, yet know there is a part of it that will comfort me.
Damn, I sound like some lost romantic puppy, but I can dream about it. There is no other American city (well, maybe Chicago) that I have these desires for. I have similar desires to explore London, Berlin, Paris, Rome, Moscow, Mumbai, Madrid, Toronto, Beijing, and many other cities of the world in the same way. Wanderlust is a tough affliction to get over.
Interesting pics. I love NYC. Visit once each year in the fall. Gorgeous there then.
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