was to walk down the stairs, open the front door and drop off the garbage. Spring, where might you be?

One pays attention to the little things like the view across the street from our warm and small NY apartment on a cold, winter day.

Another cold day in Brooklyn.

There is something about a baby that makes the immediate world a softer place.

A relatively minor casualty at my mom’s house due to snow.

The snow hardly stopped us from having an awesome weekend with friends culminating with last night’s fondue party. Thanks Lor and Angela! (photo courtesy of Paul)

Living in NY one usually sees people at close range so it’s nice to step back… or up a bit, for a different perspective.