new york, new york
A few remnants from a faint summer passed. I took my 35mm Minolta out to my old neighborhood in Queens where I spent my last year at Parsons. Most of these photos are from Astoria Park, where I used to spend afternoons reading by the water, jogging, and people watching. Some bits and bobs include the neighborhood thrift shop and a small "beach" discovered while walking to the sculpture garden. Looking at these photos make me miss New York, and I wonder if it's possible to nostalgic for something if only a few months have passed?