This is for the cowardly, paranoid goof at HSBC that was watching my journal last September...
Here I am on top of the Empire State Building. That wisp of smoke over my right shoulder is Ground Zero. Like whether or not people in some nondescript (actually quite ugly) tower in Vancouver meet in front of the building or behind it in an evacuation makes any bloody difference whatsoever.
After brunch and some shopping yesterday (I bought another pair of shoes! Other people buy souvenirs... whatever!) Michelle, Elisabeth and I went for a walk down to Washington Square to carve pumpkins. We each bought a small pumpkin on the way. Michelle was explaining that in Manhattan people don't have yards so the parks are like communal backyards. It's true. I would have felt like a fool carving a pumpkin in a public park in Vancouver, but in Manhattan it felt ordinary.
OK. I'm in New York (well, at this exact moment I am in New Jersey... but whatever) and there are a million things to take pictures of. I haven't even scratched the surface. I have douzens more photos I could post just from my one weekend in Manhattan. Today is kind of a lazy day, I am just kicking around Elisabeth's. But obviously I'm not going to spend all my time posting pictures while I am here. I do have to upload them to make more room in my camera of course so from today on, at least while I am here, I'll just post a link to the FTP directory where the raw pictures can be seen.
After brunch and some shopping yesterday (I bought another pair of shoes! Other people buy souvenirs... whatever!) Michelle, Elisabeth and I went for a walk down to Washington Square to carve pumpkins. We each bought a small pumpkin on the way. Michelle was explaining that in Manhattan people don't have yards so the parks are like communal backyards. It's true. I would have felt like a fool carving a pumpkin in a public park in Vancouver, but in Manhattan it felt ordinary.
