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I miss summer. And biking. Biking in the wrong direction on Wythe late one afternoon, screaming with AE, “I’m afraid to love!” while laughing hysterically.

Clearly, we were not afraid to love afterall.

A beautiful photo by AH — a Brooklyn beach at sunrise.

As beautiful as my new town is, I still miss the street art and graffiti of New York every time I step foot out of the house. Sure, international varieties of flora perfectly manicured, sparkling $100,000 cars in every driveway, and palettes of pastels are a luxury, but nothing enriches my imagination like stumbling upon some spray-painted wisdom on a crumbling factory building in Brooklyn.

AS, my favorite Greenpointer, found this gem.

“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“What are you supposed to be?”
“Oh, I’m a Rubik’s cube grandma. You?”
“This isn’t a costume. I just sell antique trash.”

Genius and timely Tumblr, Halloween or Williamsburg, celebrates (or mocks) my old ‘hood.

What up South First and Bedford, 2003.

It’s hot everywhere. Including Brooklyn where this photograph was taken.

Photographer Chris Arande who submitted to NYS, describes the setting:

It was close to a hundred today so the hydrants where open. These kids had laid a plank in front of the spout and where “street surfing”. Ty-Shawn, Jaquan, Nahjee, and Dallas (I wrote it down) jumped at the chance for a picture. Now I have to bring back four copies of this picture and a Barbados flag (Dallas), a copy of the picture with sparkles (Nahjee), fruit soda (Jaquan) and a toy gun (Ty-Shawn). Got it.

First taste of home-grown vegetables. Cucumbers from 94 Diamond. Fucking delicious. And we grew it!

I’ve often called the Fourth of July the “New Year’s Eve of Summer” which is to say that it’s an overrated holiday I’d rather celebrate away from the crowds. But really, any excuse to gather with a few fun people over drinks and a grill is one I’ll take.

Last night in honor of our great country’s birthday, we played Corn Hole (the bean bag toss game no University of Georgia tailgating party is without) drank sweet tea Arnold Palmers with Firefly vodka, and ate some of the best burgers I’ve had. (CB’s recipe involves bleu cheese and sauteed onions with brown butter, brown sugar and a splash of bourbon.)

I almost forgot how much I love the South, ya’ll.