My Apartment Building
For once the inner courtyard door was open and I was able to peer up towards our top-floor kitchen window. It think they only open it when the elevator breaks down: it's the only other way into the basement.
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My Apartment Building
For once the inner courtyard door was open and I was able to peer up towards our top-floor kitchen window. It think they only open it when the elevator breaks down: it's the only other way into the basement.
View south from 130th St. Pier
That's Riverside Church in the distance again. The sky has stayed about that color since I moved here, with a few exceptions.
Randall's Island in the East River
We went on a class field trip for Ecology to see the Wetland Restoration Project on Randall's Island and we're old enough to not need permission slips, just to pay tuition at Columbia.
My Apartment
Those two and their other friend were straight from Maine that day. Well, they got stuck in traffic on the way in, but there were worse things in life. Like the part where I dipped them in butter. Yum.
Friend (five minutes before she and her boyfriend arrive): Oh, do you have a really big pot?
Me: Well, I mean, yeah. How big? It wasn't big enough by any stretch, but we got creative. Most entertaining lobster-bake ever seen, said the Lobsterman boyfriend.
My Apartment
Thunderstorms woke me up all night and my new houseplant, too: pretty pink blossoms this morning.
International Affairs Building Lounge
Hamilton Deli wasn't messing around with the amount of ham on their sandwiches. I guess that's appropriate, seeing how people call it "HamDeli." Didn't think it had anything to do with cold cuts, though.
Amsterdam and 120th
On my walk home from a long day at school, I realized I hadn't yet taken a photo. This blurry little pic is of the Appletree Market between school and home, bus stop and flower shop included. Night shots are hard.
My New Backyard
That's what I see when I stick my head out my 6th floor window. You can see the tower of Riverside Church in the background.
on a jet plane...again.
This time I won't be back for quite a while. I'll miss you, home.
Los Alamos, NM
The most heartfelt congratulations to the both of you!
Waiting for the M60, Amsterdam Avenue
It's back to New Mexico for the weekend for my dear friend's wedding. The rain told me I should leave New York anyway.
My new room
*This was music to my ears and tired body after two bed-less nights. Home couldn't get any sweeter at this point. Couldn't get much smokier either, but that's beside the point.
Amsterdam Avenue, New York
Well, I've made it to New York. Got in last night with a few delays and had orientation today. This is a view from the top floor of our building at Columbia University. I think these will be the canyons I'll be calling home for the next year- quite different from the cactus-filled canyons of New Mexico, but hopefully just as lovely and full of adventure at every turn.
Our House
That would be my sister with the graduation present C gave her after dance class. Yup, a Prince Caspian poster. She swooned.
Melting Pot, Albuquerque, NM
Considering I leave for New York in a few days, C and I went out for lovely fondue dinner at the Melting Pot. All that food was only dessert, which might be my favorite course. Cheesecake, chocolate, fruit, and powdered sugar tan lines? We rolled home oh-so-full, like the other times we've eaten there.
Pajarito Mountain
Pajarito Mountain Ski Patrol's Spring Meeting and service awards were at the lodge. Congratulations on 35 years, Boyd! I've only got 34 to go.
Potrillo Canyon Trail, White Rock
I ran by without my camera the other day and couldn't take a picture of the only bloom on all of the cacti around. Then I jogged by the next day (armed with my camera) and found so many, but still only on this particular cactus.
White Rock, NM
I think Java and I were on a walk, not a run. He loves both.