Last week I mentioned in an email to a friend that New York looked (among other adjectives) ‘alive’. She asked what New York alive looked like. Which is one of the best questions I’ve ever been asked. The answer came to me in a film strip of images.
I thought it would be fun to look for and capture New York alive which can be interpreted in many ways. I thought it might help me be a better see-er which will make me a better writer. I thought it might be fun to place my findings here whenever I feel like it.
So that’s my upfront. This is what I’m finding.
What does your home, your city, your town look like alive?
These. Because the shoes are birds.
This. Because there’s wonder in a fallen tree. We run our fingers across the rings. We measure growth.