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I dig having a corner market in my neighborhood. Especially one with a great selection of beer. So it was I found myself one evening walking to the corner market, Holga in hand, to purchase a sixer of Wolaver’s Organic Pale Ale. It was my first trip to this store and upon exiting, I discovered this scene across the street. I had to hack through some brush, a task hindered by the fact I had a bag of beer in one hand and a Holga in the other, but I made it through just in time to catch the last bit of light.

I’ve said it here before, but it bears repeating, I love to walk. Especially in a new city. And in the summer of 1996, New York was a new town for me and my camera. So often I’d get caught up in how much was above me. The sheer size of this city that exists above our heads is overwhelming. But more often than not, what makes this place so incredibly amazing are the people who are walking along side you. Fortunately in my doe-eyed wonder at being in the Apple for the first time, and gazing skyward at all the scrapers, I never bumped into any of the city’s inhabitants.

However, I did manage to look down every so often at the right time to witness the beauty and diversity of the population, summed up here in the best way I could manage. Granted, in a 125th of a second it’s hard to get a definitive read on a person, let alone two, but I think there are enough visual clues to start putting together a list of what makes them as different as night and day.

We recently moved across town. A development that allows for hours of exploration. If moving an entire house of stuff wasn’t such a chore, I think I’d move to a new neighborhood every few months just so I could walk around with my camera. Our new home however, is going to serve as a great launching point for many a walk with the Holga as there’s so much surrounding us accessible by foot. One such destination is a huge park with countless opportunities. It should be very interesting to see what it has to offer as the seasons change here in Massachusetts. The sheer potential of it has me almost hoping for another snowfall. Almost.

…I became a father. Emmy came into this world on her own terms, three weeks early and full of fire, but what to expect from a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Aries? Especially with a Sag for a father and a Taurus for a mother. We were immediately the underdogs. It’s just so damn hard to believe it’s been four years. I’ve got the gigabytes and slide pages to prove it, but still, I’m left wondering how we’ve gone from having to tube feed her every two hours to fatten her up to the point when if I say, “For those about to rock…” she answers, “…we salute you!”

(Complete with fist in the air, and attitude the size of Texas.)

The joy in bearing witness to her life is indescribable. It’s not always easy but it is always, without fail, amazing. And full of love. This is Emmy and my Grandmother a few weeks into this trip we call life.

Spring is here in Boston and Emmy is restless to get outside and run, run, run. And so she does. Little does she know that having her run all over the park is a devious plot hatched by her mother and I to help her crash come nap time. Thank the heavens for spring days, weekends, and acres of grass.

We took the cameras with us on our trek and every once in awhile she spotted something and asked for hers. Here is a grouping of the faves.