van der Budde

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[home_21:34]

rorschach reef

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[home_21:00]

taking the time to calm the mind

[darksilenceinsuburbia]

Dial M for Magnificent

From the book “Reinventing the Wheel”

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[home_11:27]

taking|painting a personal day

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[DIA:beacon_13:13]

budde in richter gray

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[DIA:beacon]

upstate day trip visit to my favorites

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[home_01:11] testing testing rorschach

[finland-murray]

Night (1,2, and reverse)

for jbudde

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one of my favorite things on my wall right now miss you rmurray

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[afa fire escape_19:13]

construction screen hotel out the back door

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[00:07_observation deck]

we even looked for Tom Hanks on the 86th floor deck

[jennyvanderbudde]

08.04.15

one year ago today

I boarded an overnight bus taking me to a New City. To my new home. To a place where dreams supposedly come true. Where one minute is relatively an hour. Where I knew I needed to go.

Some days I wasn’t sure if I was here to be here or to just leave there. To understand exactly what it was from which I was running. All the while not realizing that some things, some people, I was not ready to say goodbye to, but rather a wishful “see you later.”

I have spent four seasons here. Golden leaves, snow storms, spring showers, and long summer nights. A new three hundred sixty five to measure time against. Sun rising over the East River and setting over my Hudson. New York, New York.

When will I go home? I am already here.

I am head over heels, a Tuesday evening kind of love.

After a week, I asked myself second thoughts? After a year, the same question presents itself. Second thoughts? Absolutely and ardently – no. Not once. Not when I was without a job. Not when I was without an address to call my own. Not now.

Here’s to the next one, two, fifty years.

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[one year later]

a new 365 on which to look back here’s to the next one, two, fifty

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[one year]

happy new york-iversary!

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Visit Original Link

[hammonasset beach]

waves, breezes, & gulls

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[hammonasset beach_15:00]

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[hammonasset beach_13:20]

[jennyvanderbudde]

07.26.2015

Spent the better part of today’s afternoon in the park. Central Park. In the center of the City. And yet I found a spot where I could see no buildings.

Nestled into a small hill, blades of grass cutting through my toes, I looked up and saw blue. Honking horns and whizzing taxis replaced with squeaking bike tires and rustling leaves. On this knoll I took in the sun’s rays, watched runners and dog walkers, and read pages and pages.

Clouds rolled over the sun, rain drops started to fall and back through the woods I left my little piece of quiet. As much as I love the city, the buildings, speed and pace, it is always a good Sunday spent in the park.

Sometimes the only way to get away – is to go directly to the center of it all.