A lazy summer Sunday. Reading and writing. A mug of French pressed coffee welcomes me into the day, leaving my teeth gritty with coffee grounds as my ears enjoy the Punch Brothers' inaugural masterpiece of a record, "Punch." A warm breeze off the green and full leaves of the trees dances with the drapes and finally graces the dining room table where I type. Kids' feet plod along the floor of the apartment above me: a kind reminder that living in this country's largest metropolitan area means one lives never without the comfort of others nearby. I do love the city. How our lives depend not only on coffee and the warm summer breeze and the sound of lovely music--surely good gifts of our Lord and Creator--but upon each other, not only the gifts but the very likenesses of God.
Welcome to The Front Porch. Do sit and stay awhile, even if just to watch the people and cars go by and generally soak up the day. Let's eat meals together, and share our stories from the day, weaving the thread our lives into this fabric before us, inevitably arriving at the conviction that our threads inextricably wind together.
Home.
Central Ave at night. Always alive.
Central Ave at night.
Evening ride.
After hours.
Lower Manhattan at Sunset.
Little League in Central Park.
New City Kids' Church: Home of Summer Camp 2008!
Khalil and Greg groove at the keys.
Readying to Sail. City Sail is a program that teaches kids to sail. More on this to come.
A vain portrait.
Gone Sailing.
3 comments:
Hey Kyle!
Of course, who would be the first to comment!!
This is great and I can't wait to spend some time on that front porch!
love,
mom
Hey Kyle. I saw your post on facebook so I thought I'd drop by and check out your sight. I must say your post was lovely! The writing was just amazing! Anyway...I hope all is well by you!
Emily Carlson
hi friend!!!!! miss ya like crazy...chatted with james this week and i just wish y'all were still here. will look forward to many 1-1's on the front porch.
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