today i am in bed with aches and a throbbing head cold (on the day i was supposed to get my flu shot, go figure) and suddenly i am five years old again, only this time the house is a tiny apartment, i'll make my own soup, and no one is rubbing my back. funny how being sick can make you miss home more than anything else.
so today, a few photos i've been meaning to share for weeks now. they're from a stormy friday night on the high line. i love those old tracks and wildflowers. it's such a curious space on the fringe of the city.