It started with wonder
I always loved walking around the streets of New York City...ever since I was a little girl. I grew up in the Bronx in the 70's and 80's and a subway ride or an express bus offered narratives riper than any book or movie or TV show, as far as I was concerned. When I was old enough (about 12) I would go on Saturday afternoons. Walking through my neighborhood of small modest homes, with familiar faces, onto a graffiti tagged subway car that elevated me above one borough, through the twisted metal tracks, into the dreams of Manhattan. I would sit there with the sun streaming through the dusty windows of the dirty train, peering out and into the changing landscape of burned out buildings and projects, over basketball courts where the sounds of boom box radios mixed in the air and up into the car.