Let me give myself up entirely to the sweetness of conversing with my soul, since that is only thing men cannot take away from me.
-Jean-Jacques Rousseau, from The Reveries of the Solitary Walker

Let me give myself up entirely to the sweetness of conversing with my soul, since that is only thing men cannot take away from me.
-Jean-Jacques Rousseau, from The Reveries of the Solitary Walker
Where Julia Child ate her first French meal,
Claude Monet painted thirty emblematic images of the Cathedral of Notre Dame,
and Saint Joan of Arc was executed. Continue reading
As promised, here’s the second photographic illustration of my move back home to New Jersey. Many of these were taken from and near my favorite park, Kittatinny Valley State Park, but others were from my backyard and other New Jersey parks. I also couldn’t restrain myself from including a few shots of Central Park.
Last month I moved from Somerville, MA to New Jersey to live at home while I plan out my next steps. I have a lot of photos of the past year that I have yet to organize, but I’m really drawn to this collection from my last week living in the Boston area. They capture the bittersweet feeling of leaving the urban and suburban environments I called “home” for five years, including the little details of my first apartment. This is the first part of the move; the second part, captured by the nature of my exurban New Jersey home, will follow.
FIGMENT Boston 2013, a set on Flickr.
I struggle to find the words to express the sorrow, grief, pain, “whys,” and the fear that consumed so many of us this week, especially those of us living and working in Boston and its surrounding communities.