My wife is in every way a New Yorker. She spent all of her formative years in the city and given the stories she tells, I’m not sure how she made it out alive. She was the perfect storm of imprudent and confrontational. As a teenager she walked dangerous parts of the city at all hours of the night and was never afraid to tell people exactly what she thought of their actions. Apparently she owned the place.
She loves her city and longs to return. I’m still not sure she’s completely forgiven me for existing since her plan before we met and married was to return to New York. Every now and then I wake up in the night in our California home and she’s just staring at me coldly…is that bad?
This is a shot I took on a nearly perfect night years ago in Bryant Park where they play free movies in the summer. We packed up a blanket, picked up a couple of slices of ridiculously good pizza for our picnic and made for the park. The movie was a huge stinker–nothing about it was memorable. What I can tell you, though, is that as the day faded around us and the lights of the city became thousands of stars within reach, it was an unforgettable New York night.
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[A little over a year ago I was contacted by ChangeUpMag.com, a budget lifestyle publication, for permission to publish this photo. You can see the published image here.]
2 Comments
It’s a good image. I like how you made the city the shot, instead of the movie, or the movie goers. New York is awesome, but seriously, you did her a favor by making her stay in SoCal. I know there’s no place like home, but right here is the kind of place people were meant to live in. Not the frozen north.
I’m going to have to have you talk to her. Actually this is a good time to state for the record that I may have taken some comedic licence with respect to comments my wife has made over time.