A photo from my office window of fall-like weather rolling in over the Hudson. Follow the Hudson south under the Verrazano into the Bight and out to Breezy, and, dammit boy, you’re bound to hook up with something.
You hang around a place long enough and they just kind of throw you there. But in a way, it’s kind of torture, since I’m always looking at the water when I’d rather be on it.
Look at you with the window office!
You hang around a place long enough and they just kind of throw you there. But in a way, it’s kind of torture, since I’m always looking at the water when I’d rather be on it.
I have a view of the cemetary from my office window. I don’t mind it so much. Sometimes I think they are trying to tell me something.
Could be worse. Near where I live there’s a nursing home where all the front facing windows overlook a cemetery.