I had a fantastic weekend with family visiting from North Dakota, South Dakota, and California — many things on the agenda that I don’t usually get to do in the city! Thank you for all the groovy company and good times! And on that note…
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xo
jc

manhattanhenge

Manhattanhenge seen at 14th Street + 5th Avenue, NYC
Thank you to my faithful reader Eric for tipping me off about this special sunset in Manhattan this evening. I was pleased to see crowds of people gathering on street corners as sundown approached, waiting for the right moment when the sun perfectly aligned with the Manhattan street grid. So comical to see viewers run into the street at red lights to snap a photo (I was one of those people)! Unfortunately the latter part of the descent was spoiled by cloud cover, but there were still several minutes of glory.
Check this out for more on Manhattanhenge — and thanks again, Eric!
Best, 
jc 

I recently received one of these beautiful New York Metro metal cuffs as a gift from a very wonderful visitor. You can find a similar version here, and always find your way around NYC (even when you’re not in NYC).

coney island

This past weekend I made it out to Coney Island, roughly a 45 minute journey from my apartment. Growing up I’d always heard about Coney Island and the carnival rides, boardwalk and beachfront, but being able to experience it was without comparison. The closest thing I can relate to is summer days at the North Dakota State Fair, where spiraling rides are tangled in children’s shrieks, funnel cakes and hot dogs are abound, and the crowd stretches across every surface.
Despite the chaos of the Island, there are many isolated moments that tell simple stories in themselves. Groups of kids kicking around sand, water, or a ball, friends enjoying the waving tides, folks with their lazy bellies face up and backs in the sand. Sounds, smells, words, water, workers, wanderers, wearers of swimsuits, sunscreen and sandals. The signs of summer dotted shore to shore.
Coney Island is not beautiful, calm, or scenic. It hardly contains the trademark beach characteristics of clean sand and blue waters, and there are many people in the crowd not fit for bathing suits. I cherished Coney Island not for beauty, but for a getaway. Like the old lake and fair days I had in North Dakota, it served as a reminder of childhood, of things I always looked forward to, of getting away. And for the city dweller, getaways are entirely necessary.
 
best,
jc
Leaning over into a shoulder, sighs steeped in comfort, the warm threads of a t-shirt. No qualms about the lost time, no words for a long while, just rolling forward along Jersey tracks. Brooklyn scenes and Coney Island dreams, Manhattan streets weaved into our shoes, taupe sands, calm hands, and back to the land you flew.