“life isn’t about finding yourself. life is about creating yourself.”

george bernard shaw


tree of life

“change your opinions, keep to your principles; change your leaves, keep intact your roots.”

victor hugo

there’s a beautiful expression that costa ricans use that’s as common as hello: pura vida. it literally means ‘pure life’. i experienced its meaning when i traveled there (guanacaste) back in july. thousands of miles from city lights and sales and wireless access, i remembered what it was to be moved by nature. trees. air. water. space.

so now, during this period of exuberant festive commerce – when i’m consumed by thoughts of what i need to buy buy buy – wordsworth’s worthy words creep into my mind.

The World Is Too Much with us
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.–Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

and i think about pure life in costa rica…

the stunning new yankees stadium

view from a bike ride through riverside park

the intimidating intrepid on the west side highway

a garden in riverside park

doug + mike starn’s exhibit ‘big bambu’ on the roof of the metropolitan art museum

glorious light shining through the halls of the met

views from the met rooftop sculpture garden

taken on my iphone on july 9

freaky toys at brooklyn flea market

daisy, daisy, give me your answer do…

a magically alluring twig terrarium…look closer…

sunshine and lemonade at cafe habana outpost

…and don’t even think about leaving without trying the ‘famous corn’.

one of the many pieces in the pratt institute’s famed contemporary sculpture garden in clinton hill

a random scene along the walk to williamsburg

result: a well-deserved vanilla milkshake from relish in williamsburg