Favorite things.

Vintage 501's & old school New York haunts. Rainy nights and windy days. Random run ins and subway scuttles that leave you bonded with your seatmate. Cold martinis and great conversation.  Unintenional trips down memory lane. Bustling French bistro's that feel like the last vestige of real New York. Dank smells and loud characters. Yellow cabs & sidewalk record sellers. 

Autumn light.

Occasionally I remember the healing power of standing in front of a painting and I find my way into a museum.   There are a few artists whose work I always find solace and a glimpse of grounded peace amidst the emotional yo-yo that is life. George Inness is one such artist whose landscapes always feel a bit like coming home. I won't attempt to describe it any further because really, I can't.  You'll just have to have a look for yourself.

Sometimes there is no better tonic than wandering the streets of New York alone.