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Sept 8

Today on the first day of school, when given the option of a high five, handshake, or hug as their “ticket” home, my new, bright-eyed babes  chose hug.  All of them. There is nothing quite like watching shy melt off a face with a hug.

And I also forgot how tender the voices of 10 year olds are. I’m in love times 28…


I’m realizing I have a thing for red school doors. I took these photos over the last year. I sort of love them. Want to put them in frames love them. Maybe I’ll start taking pictures of all the red school doors I come across in the city. And maybe one day when I’m all grown up, I’ll have an office with one wall covered in books and the other with red school doors in black frames.

The Manhattan New School

PS 11 and The Clinton School for Writers and Artists

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