I had a slow wet city day. Walking the neighborhood, doing errands for my father, I remembered what Soho and the West Village were like when I was in high school. The buildings may be the same, but the vibe has shifted drastically from artists and galleries to shops and bars. Still there are vestiges of purity and funk such as the sensibility at Omen Azen, a quiet space that could be in Japan or New York where we can see and taste two cultures. At sunset I rounded the corner to head into a grocery store on Bleeker Street. There was a deciduous tree wrapped with a scotch pine garland. The evergreen highlighted the soft moss and lichen that I would not have expected to see in the city.
"In winter, consciousness looks like an etching."
"In winter, consciousness looks like an etching."--Gretel Ehrlich, from The Solace of Open Spaces (Penguin Books, 1986)
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