Fall

West Forty-third Street (Yellow Cabs) by Joseph O. Holmes

On my ramble through the streets today, I was met by sudden rushes of chill, confirming Manhattan's awakening from summer slumber. These perfect afternoons will soon give way to cruel, cold days, but while they last, I'm hitting the streets and finding inspiration everywhere I look. As autumn unfurls, I'm determined to keep a record of the many things that move me.

It's good to be back.