Central Park, that is....
Well, I eventually made it to Wilkes-Barre, PA (that's in the NE corner of Pennsylvania) on Thursday. My flight was an hour late leaving Chicago, and it turned out that instead of heading for Chicago when I left Calgary, my suitcase took the scenic route through Denver: it was delivered to my doorstep just after midnight that day.
Needless to say, by the time it did show up, I was exhausted, slightly hysterical, and altogether burned out.
Friday morning, I headed through the Delaware Water Gap to New York City, where I spent 1982-1985 in a very unhappy marriage, but where I went to design school and grew up a lot.
After taking my H&H bagels to Central Park Saturday morning, where I took this shot, I headed up to The Cloisters, at the northern end of Manhattan, and thought a lot about where I had been and what I had been doing in the 20+ years since I had last been there.
And then Sunday, I headed back to Wilkes-Barre, where I now sit typing away, to start two weeks of high-intensity bookbinding: this morning, I learned how to marble paper, and I'll start working on some projects soon. As I'm the only student, it's more of a mentorship program than "classwork," which suits me just fine.
Wednesday, 23 April 2008
The shop is currently empty.