Thursday, February 16, 2017

Project 365: Days 34-47

34/365: An ad I designed wrapped the cover of the New York Metro. It's not my most inspiring design, but it was still neat to see stacks of them in the subway station.

35/365: We arrived in Charleston on a somewhat spontaneous trip (we got a great flight deal with Jet Blue for $96/roundtrip).

36/365: We had a delicious, proper Southern breakfast at Hominy // we explored the small but charming downtown historic district of Charleston.

37/365: We rented a car for the day for a few delights outside of walking distance, including a plantationthe Angel Oak, church ruins and a roadside pie stand.

38/365: We spent our last afternoon in Charleston exploring cemeteries and stuffed ourselves sick with soul food at Martha Lou's.

39/365: I removed my skeleton's Santa hat after Christmas, but he's still dressed for winter.

40/365: New York got a pretty substantial snowstorm and I wandered through Central Park after we got out of work early.

41/365: Good morning, Brooklyn.

42/365: I took a glorious snowy walk through Green-Wood Cemetery.

43/365: I failed to take a photo on this rainy, icy day, but we saw I Am Not Your Negro from the front row of a sold-out showing at BAM and it was an incredible movie that I won't stop thinking about for a long time (hopefully not ever). Inspired by his words, I've just started my first-ever Baldwin book, Another Country.

44/365: I made chocolate-covered strawberries for my Valentine (and ok, for me too).

45/365: I tried to help my dude prepare a Valentine's feast, but the cuteness of the brussels sprouts derailed me. He made the most amazing steak I've ever tasted and I'll be thinking about this meal for the rest of my life, probably.

46/365: I finally finished The Last Tsar, which was a fascinating story told in way too many pages filled with way too many Russian names that all contain the same five consonants.

47/365: I'm forever making food choices based solely on packaging design.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Park Slope / Sunset Park

I resisted moving to Brooklyn, at least mentally. When I moved to New York, I lived in Manhattan for two years, first on the upper, upper West Side and then in Harlem. I didn't want to become a millennial hipster cliche by settling in Brooklyn, although I realize now how dumb that sounds. But then a room opened up in a Prospect Heights apartment that I had coveted from the moment I saw it, and I haven't regretted the move east ever since.

On Saturday, I walked from my apartment down 7th Avenue to a diner I had been meaning to try, 7th Avenue Donuts and Diner. I sat at the counter and had a delicious breakfast (with grits!) and thought about how much I love my New York life. To be within walking-distance of so many wonderful things is a dream-come-true, and I feel silly for not exploring my own neighborhood more.

Public transportation is so convenient—and I love the particular kind of freedom that comes with not having to drive—that I sometimes forget that I should explore what's outside of my front door. After the diner I walked to Green-Wood Cemetery, which wouldn't be considered "my neighborhood," except for the fact that I probably spend more time there than almost anywhere else in the city. Despite being born and bred in Ohio I never felt comfortable there for any length of time. I'm not sure if I'll stay in New York forever, but it will always feel like my first real home.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Green-Wood: Snow

As much as I've visited Green-Wood Cemetery, I only just took my second snowy walk around the grounds on Saturday. My first snowy visit (here and here) was back in 2015, and I didn't have many chances during last year's virtually snow-less winter. When I realized that last week's snowfall would stick around for a few days, I knew that Green-Wood was my top priority.

Snowy cemeteries are a combination of two of my very favorite things in life, although in the city it has sometimes been a challenge to get into them. I was denied entry to Woodlawn on not one, but two snowy days, and Green-Wood closes its gates during most storms. I did manage to explore Trinity Cemetery in northern Manhattan after one of my failed Woodlawn treks, and the photos I took that day are still some of my favorites.

I was very excited to see Green-Wood again in the snow, but I was concerned that after countless visits I wasn't going to see much that I hadn't already seen or photographed before. I'm fond of saying that I could explore places like Green-Wood forever and still manage to see something new, but I definitely think I'll eventually test the limits of that theory. Almost immediately, though, I veered into a part of the cemetery that I hadn't explored—and even if I hadn't, everything looks a little bit different in the snow.

I made some questionable decisions veering off of cleared paths to investigate interesting things—the snow drifts were almost knee-deep in places—but it was definitely worth a little slipping and sliding. I walked to Green-Wood from my apartment (stopping for diner breakfast halfway) and to me there is no more perfect way to spend a Saturday.