Chinatown figures quite heavily into my everyday life.
A few scenes, then, from the prior week...
When I woke up one Wednesday, this is what I saw out my window. Chinatown provides poetry in the most mundane.
I've walked past this display window on the Bowery at least 300 times. Why this night I chose to notice this fantastical creation - a brightly-lit-color-chameleon
-giant-disco ball - beckoning a sleeping Chinatown to revelry, is a mystery to me.
Snow mutes everything. February has been mercifully warm. A few hours later turned this pretty dusting into grayish slush.