A spirit of enjoyment hung over the South Pond this weekend. More
Happy labor day, everyone–a time to gaze at the heavens and enjoy what you see.
Summer stranded on the no-man’s-land of a hi-rise balcony. Elegiac reminders of the easy hours gone: a capsized cocktail table, chairs clumped in mute fraternity, bicycles that want to jump but can’t. Cold grills. A last few vigorous patio plants awaiting death . . . . enlarge it if you can bear to.