Posts from Hmm Weekly

Overpass shade was so deep the minivan's display flipped over to night mode and back.

A rim of soft pink, higher in the west, surrounded the sky.

A PIGEON HUNCHED up dark and round in the green of a locust tree, under dim skies. The air had lost its coolness. The clouds were irregular but gray all the way through. Brunchers sat right up beside the open windows of restaurants, with the brunch music carrying past them over fully empty outdoor tables. […]

The grass in Central Park was lush and springy underfoot, the air saturated with water and thick with vegetal smells.

The HMM WEEKLY IMAGE DOWNLOAD DAY is also a reminder that The Brick House Cooperative spends money to bring you the best—or, in this case, the most—online content we can.

On and on the rain pattered, in the suspended animation of a day going nowhere.

Sunlight got into fire escapes and grates and vents and the girders of the Queensboro Bridge. Bay windows let the light through like vitrines.

After lunch the clouds were back and the radar showed something oozing sideways toward land from the Atlantic.

Rats wandered calmly in and out the thickets.

A robin splashed in the manmade waterfall at the top of the Loch, over and over, throwing lines of spray off its wingtips with each bout of wiggling.

Do you know and/or remember what “checks” are?

Once you recognize this pattern, you taste it everywhere.

Meanwhile, ha! I beat you, Apple! I think!

Boiling instant ramen felt like toil in the kitchen.

Fumes of charcoal starter hung on Central Park West. The sky was deep blue in the gaps between the gray-shaded clouds.