Me Mine & Ours: freedom

freedom...

funny word.

have i ever truly felt it?

..maybe. maybe up 4215mtrs on the inca trail, surrounded solely by clouds? -but then again, there was only one way down..

..maybe. maybe i felt it when i dropped out of high school? -but then again, i now had to grow up & get a job..

..OR, maybe, just maybe, there was a lady that stood strong in the sky, holding only a torch & a book, with de-shackled chains at her feet & a crown above her head, that truly truly made me feel the full meaning of the word.

lady.

lady of liberty.

day one nyc.

day one -of the dream.

*****

my first acquaintance with the lady was on my first morning in manhattan.

i had taken a short stroll down to the end of my new street to a pier on the hudson that had been made into a park -genius!!

(silly me... all this way to nyc & here i am searching out another god damn pier!!!).

never the less, the pier supplied me with just what i needed -a blanket.

a little security blanket, a little escape route if i needed to desperately sense the ocean, a little escape route if i ever needed to feel

my space / my freedom.

the hudson was below me, in front of me, to my sides & the lady, well, she was to my left.

she stood strong, she stood proud, she didn't necessarily stand tall -manhattan does have some of the worlds tallest sky scrapers after all..
but... of late, i have learnt first hand, that the taller - doesn't necessarily mean the greater.

*****

a figure of independance

a figure of freedom

"lady"... you & me, we got a thing going on.

she definitely is not the tallest... but i still see her as the strongest. shared here with Empire & the new One World. she is just off centre -to the right on the tiny little island :)