The Streets of New York

Everyday I try and rationalize these new surroundings, make sense of it all. It's exciting and disturbing in equal measure; an experience that feels important but one that is maybe more type II than type I fun.

This guy was equal measure opera, irish jig, and something I can't put my finger on...



early morning on the walk between Penn Station and Central park



Plenty of ritz...


and trying to get it all in focus...


Outside of that, it's seeing a host of birds I've never seen...even cardinals are a new wonder...racking up the miles on some great bike trails...enjoying work...planning some adventures...and hoping that Ahmedabad settles back toward a peaceful state quickly.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost