





For the husband who owns a state-of-the-art ping pong paddle:










Posted by Elizabeth 9 comments
Labels: collections

Posted by Elizabeth 8 comments
Labels: Color-Coded, Discoveries
There is something special about visiting the beach in the off-season.
Perhaps it's the wide open vistas of windswept sand and bleached driftwood without a soul in sight.
The thrill of solitude after months spent in close quarters with millions of other New Yorkers. 
And, of course, what can compare with the joy of feeling the wind in your hair and sand beneath your paws?
Posted by Elizabeth 12 comments
Labels: Bon Voyage, Hazel, Nature
Posted by Elizabeth 16 comments
Labels: Color-Coded
One of the last things I ever expected to see winding through the rooftops of lower Manhattan--about level with the pigeons, power lines and escaped helium balloons--is a pathway bordered with prairie grasses and wildflowers, but New York City never ceases to amaze.
The High Line is an abandoned elevated train track that has been refurbished and landscaped and opened to city dwellers for strolling, watching the sun set over the Hudson River, and yes, even napping.
The old train tracks have been preserved and the landscaping makes it appear as if nature has begun to reassert herself, eclipsing the rusty leftovers of the modern world.
As you walk, the bustle of the city dims to a low hum. If you listen carefully, you can actually hear songbirds. And somehow, (though you know you must be dreaming this one) it feels like you might even be breathing fresh air.
A few more photos here.
Posted by Elizabeth 9 comments
