Shot a spud last night.
Been three months since I’ve sat down to watch broadcast TV. I thought I’d be all distressed, but I’m not really. So the evenings at home tend to follow the pattern of organizing, walking Lehigh, ripping CDs to iTunes, making salad, drawing, sometimes photographing and reading. This sounds perhaps a little more idyllic than it actually is since on some nights the place of mindless TV viewing has been taken by mindless online scanning, with many punches of the refresh button.
It’s difficult to be present.
I did get some walking in last night: down cool Fifth Avenue, with a short stop at the workshop of a friend, and then down to Union Square. I stopped in at The Big Gay Ice Cream Truck. Which was faboo. I had a vanilla soft serve with olive oil, sea salt and cardamon, after shyly asking the ice cream man for his suggestion.
Later at home my evening routine was interrupted by a storm tearing down my block. This morning the sidewalks were strewn with snapped branches. Lehigh eyed them with distrust.
Tags: daily photo, food, mundane