Tag: central park
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Hashtag Change
Hiiiii. It’s time for a life update. Where to even begin? I’ll start with an easy one.
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The Days So Far
I’ve been capturing things a bit differently now that Instagram has become my default channel. But this is still my favorite space for posting pictures. It’s a lot quieter. Which means, fewer people see what I post. Which means, I feel more free.
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Angela Chase Is My Homie
I’m always in my head. Whenever something big happens, I imagine Future Me reflecting on that very moment years later in full-on Angela Chase mode, narrating every furrow of the brow, out loud and angst-filled—all while I’m living it.
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How to cross the street
You can tell a lot about a couple by the way they cross the street. On Saturday, I witnessed four coupled-up street-crossers in the span of about 30 minutes. That’s what happens when you’re strolling down Fifth Ave in search of the perfect suit. (The suit wasn’t for me, by the way. I spent most…
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Better Late Than
In true Karen fashion, I’ve neglected to blog without much explanation. I could say I’ve been super busy, running to and fro, working nutty hours, forgoing sleep and rest. Oh wait, I used that excuse last time. The only solace I can offer you, dear reader (note the lack of plural), is that when all…
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Central Park, un-blossomed
I leave for Toronto in a day and a half. I haven’t packed. I don’t know where I’m staying (Well, my friends do, but I’ve neglected to ask. We’re also flying in on different days). Don’t ask me why I’m leaving New York’s somewhat chilly weather for Toronto’s somewhat chilly weather. But here and there,…
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The Cherry Blossom Hunt
“You’re sure enjoying that book.” I looked to my left, and there he was. Sitting on a patch of grass not too far from my patch of grass, this unidentified stater of the obvious had been there for who knows how long, apparently watching me read. “Yeah,” I said, almost directly into the book. Normally,…
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Where the balloons live
Before I headed back to Richmond, I ventured out to the city yesterday for some pre-Thanksgiving fun. Nothing sounded more awesome than watching balloons being inflated by the Museum of Natural History for the Thanksgiving Day Parade. I imagined myself happily snapping away as the balloons slowly took form and floated into the big blue…
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Street musicians, Central Park
I had a few hours to kill before a meeting yesterday so I wandered over to Central Park. I’d gone there planning to take pictures of trees, but was drawn to the street musicians instead (finding bare trees at The Mall swayed things that way). There was Boris, the saxophone player from somewhere near Argentina.…