But somehow it ended up blue:

I went on a bike.  That is the bike story.  These people may or may not have joined me:

Bulldogs look at you and say “I’m ugly.  So what?”  Boxers just rule.  They walk around like they rule and they just do.  They rule:

She didn’t listen.  Yeah, another person I know.  This just has to stop:

New York City is all what people say it is and more.  It is cosmopolitan, wealthy, poor and full of secrets.  People go there to make a fortune, people go there after losing a fortune, people go there to make it in general.

I grew up in New York and my relationship with the City is very complicated.  Unlike my true hometown, which is like a half sister I don’t see very often, New York and I are a pair.  You can’t separate us.  On the other hand, I don’t live there now and haven’t lived there for a while.  I also had a real problem living there after I reached adulthood.  Something about the aggression of the people bothered me.  I heard in a movie recently New York City being described as a city where everyone is some kind of an animal.  I think this is true.

However, to quote Woody Allen, his New York City is a city where everything is in black and white and Gershwin is always playing.  Mine is too:

But my photos are small squares:

But we averted it.  Just a bit of a summer thunderstorm.  Actually just the overture: