Last night walking a friend to her car something compelled me to take this quick snap on the corner of Market and Letitcia Street. An unseasonably warm and rainy winter night.
Catching light installations on my walks through the city. Watching how architecture defines the light patterns or in some cases ignore it completely.
This morning a cup of hot coffee and a freshly made donut. Still warm. Watching the crowds move and stop and start again in time to the clatter of hand trucks.
I will not send you an email greeting to replace something handmade and on paper. I love paper, stamps, and envelopes. I love sending you a letter in the mailbox. I look forward to you recognizing my handwriting. The only way I won’t send something you can use a letter opener on is if they shut down the USPS.