Eleven years ago, I had yet to call New York City home. I can only imagine, hearing the stories of those skyline, life line, changed forever on September 11th. The ghost town of ash, the browning core of the Big Apple, the city that never sleeps in a coma-like state. I pray I never know that NYC. Today I reflect and rejoice in the vibrant, revitalized neighborhoods that I call home. The streets that burst with inspiration, hope, and strength.
Streets that are an artist’s canvas. That embrace color, that compose love poems and foreign messages sent over seas.
This artist was commissioned by a man in Spain to create this work in chalk, a love letter to his girlfriend (wife?) for their anniversary.
Streets that are a sanctuary. That create community, that foster acceptance, that raise voices in song.
Hare Krishna members chanting and singing. They can often be found in Union Square.
Streets that are a playground. That leave you jumping for joy, that welcome all who want to join the game. (more…)
