Sprained Ankle

Back on the west coast, back from baby service in the east. New York was warm and harsh, my new neices soft and sweet. The babies ate around the clock. Every three hours we were up, feeding them, feeding them, feeding them.

Three days I went around the city. I took the A train through Harlem and into midtown. I must have run around a lot. I remember running, vaguely. I sprained my ankle somewhere along the line, I don't remember when or where. I remember running.

The last day I went into New York with my camera, determined to take some photos, to dispel some ghosts. New York is fantastic.. and horrible. I am glad to be home, hobbled with my sprained ankle. I ignored it all week and now I am laid up in pain. Artie takes good care of me.

My photos of New York

Oh, Merry Christmas.