SUVs, tractor trailers, Beetles ordered off the Internet, El Caminos, pickup trucks, each carrying a lonely passenger, were ushered into a single stressed exit this morning on my way to work. It was clear from the pile of metal that lay ahead and from the helicopters circling above that we were side-stepping a bad accident, one that spread across three lanes. Add twenty minutes and a stagnant mental image to the already tiresome commute. On the way home it was the rain that brought the cars to a standstill. There's usually a reason for it, but it doesn't make it much more bearable to know what it is.
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Some photos from my wedding were recently featured on Brooklyn Bride, here and here. (There's also a pretty thorough write-up of the wedding details.) — 02.25.09 People We Like. I've got a new photo in The Morning News: the co-owners of Frank White, an unusual coffee shop in my neighborhood. — 07.17.08 Charles Atlas will make a man of you! "Against Atlas' better judgment, I declined performing all of my exercises in the nude." (accompanying shirtless photo of the author [my husband] taken by me.) — 07.17.08 Cat on a Leash. I am totally buying a leash for Coleman asap. — 06.25.08 The Brooklynites. Great photos of a wide range of people from my favorite borough. (Thanks to Kurt [a talented photographer himself] for passing this on.) — 12.19.07 |
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