My sister has lived in NY since the mid-1970s and I have visited, lived here, and visited again and again. This summer feels different. Perhaps it’s because I don’t have a mission (other than to get my fill of books, arts, and book arts).

The Roman die inscribed with Greek letters feels like the metaphor for this visit: roll it each morning for a destination. Jenny Holzer at the Guggenheim, The Morgan Library, ICP for old time’s sake (I studied with the  International Center for Photography ’89–’91), or visit to the MET.

Some snaps for your amusement.