When You're Not Looking

He's going to hate me for posting these photos. Steve claims that he was having a bad hair day, or something. But since it's the face I have to look at for like, eternity, I'm going to inflict these photos on everyone else, too. Not to mention, I kind of love them. We went for a walk on the Highline on Friday after work, then found a rooftop beer garden to watch the sunset over the river. It was one of those afternoon/evenings that one doesn't easily forget. 

So Long Summer

Labor Day weekend swooped in and whisked  the summer days away. I didn't even see it coming. 

These past few weeks have just flown by... so many changes, all of them wonderful, and I'm so grateful for the 3000 mile gap that has finally been closed. 

So, yesterday, my honey, my ex-roommate, and I took a quick train ride down to Brighton Beach to soak up some of the last rays of late-afternoon summer sun. 

Magic Hour

This evening when I came home from work, I walked in the door to a beautiful sunset glow. The leaves of the trees cast beautiful shadows on the walls from the setting fire in the sky, and my entire apartment was bathed in the warmest light. I love this time of day. This is my "magic hour," and it's really spectacular in this apartment, which has all west-facing windows. 

These were a couple snaps I took of the magical light dancing on my kitchen "window garden" - basil, carrot tops, lavender and mint growing out of teapots and teacups on the windowsill. With the crisp, its-almost-autumn breeze blowing gently through the open windows... I was very happy today. 

It was just a beautiful day.