I also ran into something really weird in the forest. I don't know how to describe it exactly, and I've worked everyday for two weeks, so my brain has gone a little soft. It was a small, but very deliberate space, made up of a 10' square rock wall with a fire pit and 4 small branches that had been planted in the ground and tied together.
I still don't know what to make of it, but it was cool to look at, so I took some pictures.
These are all taken on my cheapo Fuji digital.
I guess I only had one other picture from the city, but I think I like the picture as much as Kirsten liked the coffee. This was on the sidewalk at a small cafe in the West Village that I'd never been to. It was really good, and they made a special salad for Rachel, who was eating a totally raw diet for all of August.
I might change the name of these to St. Margaret, the icon on her charm.