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.






















