Goodbye for now San Francisco.
The tears through which I framed this photo were happy ones, optimistic, and awe-struck. The sun set slowly Tuesday as we flew east in a clear sky until night, creating long shadows along the mountains and roads that led me west over four years ago. I do not know the future between San Francisco and me, but my memories of this time are of a land where I rediscovered my ability to wander and to see.
With heavy amounts of snow on the sidewalks in Brooklyn, I am forcing myself to nest for a few days in my new tiny but comfortable bedroom south of Prospect Park.
My plans for paper collection are varied, community based, and long-term. More on this soon.