I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Saturday reflections
The view from my window.
It's far from the most glamorous view in Manhattan, but for a few minutes on days when the clouds stack up in the eastern sky and that huge window catches the light of early morning, this architecturally uninspired condo seen from my living room window becomes something breathtaking and I never get tired of photographing it.
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