A Brown Bag Selection

Brown Bag 2013

Airports and Complexity

     Welcome to the place where I just can’t seem to get away. I am drawn to it. I must travel and consequently must fly. Overpriced food, angry people, late people, old mothers and young families, public restrooms, long waits, dwindling money, books you try to read, flight agents with tight grins and dark scowls, perfectly situated hair and red lipstick, hope, frustration, and a short fuse...

     I wouldn't necessarily mind waiting all day if it weren't for a couple of things, my mom's birthday, my dwindling money, and exhaustion. But, that is the way it is sometimes difficult, challenging, tiring, and sometimes seemingly joyless. I often feel deserving of a smooth comfortable life. God is not good because my life is going smoothly. Rather, God is good. Fairness isn't as simple as we make it be.

Tea and Ink

                                                -Pen in Journal 

1961 Yearbook

Funny find in the 1961 yearbook :)

People Watching in Washington Square Park (On a Sunny Day)

Welcome to New York City.

Beautiful buildings don't quite soak in,

red brick my favorite material, both authentic and warm, traditional and quaint.

Lovely trees with leaves of translucent green

a golden tinge, a trick of light or honey spilling forth?

Crazy anger spats unable to find a common thread,

“Amazing Grace” floods the streets not attracting any true listener.

Wind of winds, cool, determined and graceful

Babushkas wrapped in red floral cloth, aided by wheelchairs and stylish daughters.

The drills of progress consistent and humming

The black on black classic style paired with boots, heels, and high-heeled boots. Purses with labels and Starbucks in hand. lovely? busy? artsy? Or bland?

Guys with backpacks, good-looking and shaven, hipster glasses and suede.

A hat and a scarf and nothing much more...

Business suit, ipod in ears, man-purse on shoulder and brown grocery bag,

Man on a mission, business, or stroll?

It's hard to tell with these New Yorkers, they are constantly on a go.

“Keep The Park Clean” and “Ice Cream” on one green umbrella,

a sign and advertisement all in one.

A “New Yorker” bag----I want one of those---- carried by a fashionable young woman in orange.

A guy in black with a cap and killer shades, iPod, and little pooch. So cute in its little sweater, pink leash, perched on the bench.

Is that Andrew Garfield staring at me from afar? I feel as if he will suddenly don the spidey-suit at any moment...

Drum-beats match the pace of the walkers, bummm, bummm, bum, bum, bum.

This is the pace of modern life.

Sun! Sun! Sun! Absorbing this heat through my black leggings.

Male fashionistas, many of them, their scarves, glasses, blazers, and tight pants.

Models in the park, skinny in green and lovely in stillness

Hitting the light, holding the lamp post. That's how you do it, that's what you have to do.

A team of professionals all in tow, a school, a magazine, or both?

Adorable couples walking by, teens, young adults, adults alike--- everything painted with a brushstroke of gloss-- creating a moment too perfect to exist. Too perfect, on the surface.

The Simple Things

Hot beverages, bagels, and writing. Some of the best things life can offer.