in manhattan. “let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. let me be gay; let me be sad. let me be cold; let me be warm. let me be hungry…have too much to eat. let me be ragged or well dressed. let me be sincere-be deceitful. let me be...
she waited longingly, remembering the breath on his final words at their last rendezvous, “meet me; i’ll be there.” she lingered, anticipating an arrival that would never come. more from an unrequited new york love tale soon…
the charasmatic city wrapped me tightly in its enchanting arms, and, without hesitation kissed me. something. like. this. and i’ll never be the same. i am currently sorting through 4803 images similar to this. each one kisses me the way the city did. the love...
you all know the lag you feel when you get back from a trip; it takes a good week to get back into things for sure. i knew nicole at the photographer diaries was cookin’ up something good for the launch of her new blog, but i didn’t know it was going to be...
country |ˈkəntrē| noun ( pl. -tries) 1 (often the country) districts and small settlements outside large towns, cities, or the capital : the airfield is right out in the country | [as adj. ] a country lane. 2 an area or region with regard to its physical features : a...
