Never cease to pursue magic-- it resides in the most mundane places

Late summer yields to early autumn here in New York City.  Before the leaves fall, while the haze still obscures our towers and wreathes our colonnades, as the sun slants in sharply to pick out hues and textures the summer preferred to hide beneath brick-sweat and enervating glare, we strolled this afternoon in the East Village and on the Lower East Side.  Some glimpses of what we found...