A view of our home from the train station. Some mornings are harder to leave than others.
We are quite fortunate to have an Easterly facing living room exposure which means that every morning that the sun comes up, our living room captures the early morning light.
In the winter, the sun rises a little more southerly catching almost our entire north wall. At the exact moment of this photo the light just perfectly covered the space above the couch and didn't cross out beyond the living room boundary. The light framed a special part of that wall including newly reincorporated art that my wife made.
The crisscross of shadows shows either elevation or decent depending on your mood; either entry or egress.
The day changed dramatically from the moment this photo was taken, but at the time, it was a coin toss.
When Terell Owens played with the San Francisco 49'ers, the rules on excessive celebration in the NFL didn't really exist. During on game in Dallas, T.O. scored a touchdown and proceeded to run 50 yards to mid-field and stood, arms spread, and looked towards the Cowboys bench.
Emmet Smith, the great Cowboy's running back soon after scored his own touchdown. He too ran 50 yards to the midfield star and slammed the ball down and glared into the San Francisco bench, then quietly turned and left.
Unfortunately for everyone involved, T.O. was too good and scored again. Again he ran to mid-field, this time slamming the ball down and then getting slammed himself from behind. During the ensuing melee, T.O. Stood on the star until the refs finally told him it was enough.
I equate my father-in-law not only giving my 3 month-old Jets fan son a Giants Jersey, then hanging it on my tree.
I prefer catching the empty train coming out of the yard so I can get the seat along the railing and only have to deal with people on one side of me. Some mornings when I get to the station, this train is waiting to pull up to 242nd.
I let one go so I could take this empty train
Lily and I like to look at the birds nests in the empty trees as part of a game that started when the trees were full. These are easier to find.
From the City Steps
At the end of 238th street, there is a tremendous flight of steps that is easier to get down than up. This is the view from near the bottom. This is the first part of my daily commute.
Due East to the train station
I love the weather, but this isn't right.
Home and Away
There is something I love and dislike about being able to see our home from the train station.
I love when I see this, I know that, at least for the first few stops, my commute will have an added layer of comfort.
The Irony of this train was that we were kicked off the train at 137th street due to a signal issue downtown creating some terrible anxiety for me not knowing at that point, how I was going to get to work.
Stupid empty train.
End of a Commute
Arriving at work is not as bas as it could be. I enjoy my work and my coworkers. Obviously home would be better, but if I have to be somewhere, I might as well be here.
The dilemmaThe next train is on its way, the one not listed in between will be empty.
The girls walking through a path in the woods.
Lighthouse Under the Bridge
A view of the light from the top of the path. Lily spent most of her time below the light on the rock because water is more interesting with the possibility, if unlikely event, of a stingray sighting.
The view from under the bridge is spectacular, except for the apartment tower on the Jersey side.
Little and the Light
As close as she came to spending a moment at the light.
I just like this picture with the channel marker in the middle.
View of the tower used where Lily and I discussed structural engineering.
Every day, I turn the corner from Chambers Street onto Greenwich and fail to see the magnificence of what mankind can achieve when we get out of our own way,
There are likely hundreds of thousands of this exact image, the tower rising above the wings, but this one is mine. I took this one showing the "Freedom Tower" to my nephew who is obsessed with skyscrapers. We spent a day walking the city to look at some of the more iconic marvels around us.
Make it Hard
Skyscrapers are amazing, but these old buildings made people work to be beautiful. The details in just this one space are inspiring to me. I have to remember to look at the beauty in the buildings around us.
I was in a New York State of Mind
Backyard Snow Day
The first snow of 2016 fell on January 14th and left a slight dusting around the neighborhood.
Sown the street
The cars cut their swath through the peace
It Ain't Easy
Walking was a little treacherous but manageable, it wasn't that much snow, but let's not forget, a few weeks ago it was sixty degrees.
To the train
Looking down towards the train
Seeing the snow fall
The mirrored wall of the Riverdale Diner
The train getting ready to depart the station
NYP Infusion Center Waiting Room
I had no idea at all what to expect before walking in to the infusion center. The waiting room wasn't much different than any other in the hospital, except they had free coffee.
There is also a microwave, I will have to remember to bring something to heat up just to take full advantage.
I realize how ominous this image looks without context. It really wasn't nearly as uncomfortable to sit in the chair for three hours as it might look.
The pole is kind of important to me. It is just there, sitting there when I walked in, waiting for stuff, waiting to do its job. But when it isn't busy, it just sits there like an anchor waiting to weigh me down.
I was prepared to do anything other than watch TV.
The Rest of the Space
NYP's Adult Infusion Center Section F is a series of four three walled rooms with an optional curtain cover almost and all have windows. The room in the middle has three walls but has to have curtains on both sides so you can exit from the left or right. To the left of the center wall is the nurses station an the wall off in the distance is the entrance. The area was relatively comfortable and the colors were comfortable. It didn't feel too much like a medical environment.
The Meds... 250 mg Remicade delivered at 125mg Remicade per hour and saline. That's 30 minutes of setup, 2 hours of infusion, 20 minutes of wrap-up.
You know what is not a good idea, not bringing your own food to a hospital. The center may be really comfortable and relatively modern, but the food is still hospital food and this turkey sandwich was NOT good, so I ate it anyway.
Chris is not checking out that girl's butt and I did not have to debate too hard as to which article I was going to read. I think the answer is obvious.