R: Spring is the air and everybody in New York is hitting the streets. Damn prostitutes.
I went for a walk around the West Village/Greenwich area and was going to try for a picture in Washington Square Park. But I didn't count on the fact that the park is under construction again so the usually crowded park was even more crowded as sunshine-seekers perched themselves all over the fountain and surrounding areas. Instead I found this church unexpectedly in the middle of a residential-ish block. Not unlike the church near me where I volunteered in the morning.
On that note, my time at St. Francis Xavier's All Saints Clothing Room was pretty uneventful experience. I worked under a funny little lady named Aida or some variation of that name. The other volunteers and I just sorted clothes, while Aida made ridiculous, barely comprehensible commentary about various things she found in the piles of donations. Mostly she expressed disdain for people donating what is very clearly trash that no one would want or use for any number of reasons. Some of the items that ended up in the bin looked like freebies that people thought would be better dumped on homeless people than in a landfill. Too bad homeless people don't want useless trash either.
The sunflower is a Ukie tradition for weddings (and other celebratory events, I imagine), and her bright yellow bouquet perfectly complemented the day.
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