As I mentioned earlier this summer, I love to take a leisurely walk through Windsor Terrace — especially after a long day at work. At a slow pace during sunset, the stress melts away as sweet nothings of the everyday are magnified; simple scenes become timeless odes to life in Brooklyn.
Boys playing baseball with their father, stately houses drenched in sunshine, a well-worn van parked in the sun, sweet flowers stretching to the last rays of the sunshine.
Life is good.
After a long day of work, one of my favorite ways to relax is to ride the subway a few extra stops and get off in Windsor Terrace to stroll through its quiet side streets, many of which are only a block long. The lovely gardens and stately townhouses are calm and orderly — soothing and rational after a stressful day. And more often than not, families are out enjoying the park, couples are doing their grocery shopping, kids playing ball on the streets.
Camera or not, I wholeheartedly recommend this way to de-stress. Walking and meditating on the small beauties that make this borough unique? That’s definitely one of the things I love most about Brooklyn.
Last week’s beautiful weather had me out and about after long, tiring work days – a rarity in the winter, but a true joy now that it’s spring! A quick ride on the train to Prospect Park had me invigorated by the long shadows and late golden light. I definitely must do this more often (at least when the balmy temps come back later this week)!
Too often, as a photographer, I feel driven to capture the news-breaking, the attention-grabbing, and the extreme as I journey through the borough. This impulse sometimes allows me to forget the beauty in the mundane, to ignore the simplicity and loveliness of everyday life. One recent weekend, though, I made it a point to remember and reflect.
Welcome to my neighborhood bagel shop.
