Yom Kippur (after Thoreau)

My first post, because I have to post to start my blog, will be more musy than museum-y.

Ever since college, Yom Kippur has been a day to spend in the park. Parks are little microcosms of creation-- wild elements directed and diverted into dwelling-places for creativity. The synagogue and my apartment aren't wild enough for me; parks are the city's genesis-mirrors.

From here on in, I promise I won't always be this abstract.