(June 19, 2015) On my way to City Lore in Loisaida to meet with Elena Martínez, I got on the wrong train and ended up on West Houston Street. On my way cross-town, I encountered some interesting street art, making the extra walk bien chevere.
Spring arrived with some skepticism and intent. The buds fresh and new were scattered about bringing with them a sense of rebirth for some. In contrast, their presence made more lurid the trunks of fallen trees that will never witness the birth of another cycle again.