sleeping in the office (02-01)

like nighthawks… except not

there’s a reason this update has been delayed… and it involves beaches. sort of.

july of last year, i had the hankering to get away for a few days. but where?

california was overdue, but didn’t feel like making that much fuss. owe my european friends a visit, but again: i wanted something quick and dirty. how about a quickie day or two at the beach, maurice?

no. fuck that. fuck that emphatically.

for someone who only feels fully alive in warm weather, i absolutely dislike beaches. all my recent experiences with them have been less than stellar. the pros of sand and surf and sun never manage to outweigh the cons of… well… people.

and man, do they often have a lot of those. i keep hearing how i just haven’t found the right one, to which i say: fine. happy to try again.

in a decade or so.

but i do love walking through brooklyn in the summer. wandering cities in the summer, in general. ducking into bookstores with an iced coffee. trying out random restaurants. finding some patch of grass to lie down in and just stare into space. i don’t need to find a beach for that.

friends always tell me about hanging out upstate. and i kept hearing about beacon – not even all that “upstate” – so i figured that must be at least somewhat pleasant to go wandering around for a few days. right?

for the uninitiated, beacon, new york is one of those “river cities” (hudson, that is) that noo yawkers flocked to once they added up in their heads that they didn’t need to do their city jobs in the actual city.

also, it’s effing awesome (if a little pricey – fair warning). so awesome, in fact, that i took something in the neighborhood of 700 pictures while wandering its main street, its hills, its dia gallery for a few days last year.

and here we are. with me trying to edit 700 pictures in between multiple work and life obligations until i look up and the clock reads “march 2026″…

so: not even done yet, but here… take a look at what i’ve been working on here and there for the better part of like nine months or something fucking crazy like that.