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That Incurable Romantic, The Williamsburg Bridge

What is more tantalizing than to attempt to capture the elusive and magical feeling of sunset? And what is more futile? Probably plenty of things on both counts. Either way, above is an example of one particularly shambolic endeavor. Red sky at night, sailor's delight. Red sky at morn, sailors forewarned. I can't get that out of my head. I have never been able to get that out of my head. Like the Gift Horse it haunts me daily. Some days are meant to be sat around, to be a collection one's lesser thoughts, to be a drink of beer and a drink of tea and to be enlightened by mental immobility. Some weeks are to be spent similarly. I battle my wits to hold these times dear and true without worry. It is a knack I'd rather not learn too late.