Walking recently at sunset on the Brooklyn Heights Promenade, Manhattan incandescent against an orange sky, I watched a line of tourists taking the same photo. I challenged myself to observe without documenting, to have an experience and let my memory be the only evidence that I was there. I argued with myself: “The memory will fade, I should capture the scene!” I bargained: “I’ll capture the tourists and the sunset, a comment on how everyone else is taking pictures while I’m standing apart from them!” I tried to stand still and just notice. – Melissa Kirsch
Positively Purging-I welcome your feedbacks in the comments and your likes and passing the real-life wisdom on to others as I embark on this new venture of “positively purging”, as I know each of these pieces represents something…
Real Life of an MSW 
This is beautiful and I’ve been on that bridge in real life. It’s a beauty.
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Thank you, and it is a beautiful bridge with breathtaking views of a great city.
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I love NY. I go yearly for the US Open. However, it’s the only place I’ve ever been that when I get back to the hotel and wash my face, my face is dirty and black. And yes I’m a beautiful black woman but I’ve never seen my face towel black outside of NY. The city is just so dirty yet beautiful. UGH. Lol!
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