I walked through Central Park today.
That’s where I saw this on the path underneath me.
Perfect and vibrant and red with flecks of yellow throughout.
Magical.
Whimsical.
And later on today, I met this guy.
He was waiting for someone.
And he looks like something straight out of Jim Henson’s Creature Shop.
More whimsy.
And then I was coming home tonight. It had been a long day. I was exhausted and not thinking much beyond how hungry and tired I was.
Then I saw this little guy.
Just at the 86th and Lexington subway station for no reason.
No other reason than whimsy, I mean.
I love finding it.
I love making it, too.
Some of the deepest imprints on my soul have been made by well-placed whimsy.
You can quote me on that one.
That leaf picture is spectacular, the kind of photo that my daughter would take. I think that you and her have a lot in common.
I love what you wrote about whimsy. I know what you mean–the same is true for me.
And you comparing me to Taliah is one of the very best compliments in the whole world that you can give me, so thank you for that. Very very much.