Yesterday, The Lots

In a previous post, one in which I was talking about the things that constitute “home” for me in the places that I have lived, I referred to the parking lots that surround our self-created “stoop” at the entranceway to our building. I called them “unremarkable.” And this is true– what is more ubiquitous than parking lots and street lights? And yet, again and again, I find myself running up the stairs to my apartment for my camera, in the early evening and late at night, to photograph my view of and from the lots. (I suppose early morning might also have the same effect, but I am not waking up so early these days.)

These four photographs were taken yesterday. The sunsets happened at the appropriate time of day; the fog arrived somewhere around 1:00 am.

Que Bonita.

Otherwise, things have been really busy around here. I am figuring out glass painting daily. It is not easy, but I am trudging through it. Rachel and I are very busy, getting ready to move into the storefront windows on Main Street for 5 days (more on this on Monday). I reread my entire journal from last year at this time until the move to Spartanburg. It was strange to see my whole year at once that way– I saw things in the connections between all of those journal entries that I can’t say for sure that I saw at the time. I also saw little references to Hub-Bub daydreaming at my office job as early as February and that tickled me a little bit. I see that on just this day last year, I was bedridden having fallen down the Subway stairs a few days before. I see how much I really needed to get out of New York. I am happy to be here.