I picked up my first rock with purpose in the summer of 1983. 

I don’t know where all of the rocks are from, although a few do stand out.
The collection continues to grow, maybe around 400 now. 

I picked up my first rock with purpose in the summer of 1983. 

I don’t know where all of the rocks are from, although a few do stand out.
The collection continues to grow, maybe around 400 now. 

The New York Crane is not a rare bird. It can be see everywhere in the city, especially in Downtown Manhattan. 
It is nerving to see Downtown Manhattan resemble a nesting ground for these cranes.
No matter how well these things might be functioning, I must admit to half-expecting one of them to “fall like a dinosaur” at any moment. I look forward to the day when they find another place to roost.
Downtown Manhattan is a noisy neighbourhood, making it hard finding a place to think. For example, while there is a park around the corner….
It is claustrophobic, more akin to a prison yard than a park. City Hall Park offers a beautiful fountain, festively decorated during the winter, for contemplation… 

If not for the fact that the traffic on FDR Drive Overpass is worse.
The World Trade Memorial has potential as a place of solace…
Once the security checkpoints are gone and the construction is complete.
Until then, I will have to accept that the only time silence comes anywhere around here is when a hurricane comes to town. 
There is a certain schizoid imbalance to writing about distant lands.
My mind is half in the arctic, but when I walk the dog, I know that I am a long way from that.
I think of vast expanses, glacial winds, privation and suffering and remember that I need to get pecorino cheese and a nice Sicilian white for dinner.
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