The rain stopped and people emptied out of New York for the long weekend. With a vengeance, the heat and humidity descended, reminding everyone that it was in fact, late May. In a combination of ignorance and arrogance, I wore jeans for the first few 80 degree days. I am always a little late to embrace seasons.
Practicing hand stands on the Great Lawn in Central Park.
Photographing Sean Crowley's things for The Burning House.
Cheddar Cheeseburger and fries. The perfect summer dinner.
The Roebling Tea Room
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