This week, I took a trip to New York to visit friends and family and to bring closure to some important events in my life. I started in Brooklyn, getting lost on the one-way streets and flanked by people hustling on each sidewalk. I stayed at a friend's apartment and we talked photo, video, cameras, and prints until the early morning. The following morning, I walked (the LONGEST way) around Prospect Park to the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens. I was so excited to go back, having not been there for at least 15 years. The only thing I remember from when I was child (besides that it is gorgeous there) was the lily pond. I navigated to it, using my map like a tourist, all the while trying to ignore the hundreds of children milling around in their PS-number shirts and their teachers yelling at them in their native nasal New York accents. This was on my way to the pond, when I stopped to see the Japanese flower garden and koi fish. The Lily Pond For the next thre...