“You can’t stop spring on Roosevelt Island. Pandemics, stupid politics, sorrow — none block the awakening. Pictures prove our point.” That’s what we wrote, last year, and it’s a clue for 2021. So, what’s ahead?
“Out from months of wretched news, we pull the best from the mess and celebrate spring on Roosevelt Island.
“And in 2020, the oddest season most of us will ever see. Who know we’d end up adding summer, autumn and winter?”
For a look back, continue reading here.
As the Dust Settles
When Questions About an “Emergency” Rise from Paper to Air
The way the wind cuts across the river this time of year. The way older buildings hold heat but never quite hold air. I told myself that was why my chest felt tight again on certain mornings. Age, perhaps.
