I have never lived in Brooklyn, but spent most of my life in cities, and Brooklyn has a magic to it still, for all of the growth and skyscrapers and head-achy hipness (too much hipness gives me a headache, and Brooklyn now has too much). The magic to me is in the stories, the immigrants, the working people, the brownstones, the attitude that is Brooklyn and is still, amidst all of the yuppies, visible. I try and capture the magic through the people and through the brownstones, walking with Emma through Fort Greene we came across this beautiful street (now framed by giant skyscrapers at dusk. Definitely magic.

In America, I think we never know when to stop, and we devour what we love and obliterate and overwhelm it. Brooklyn people are being pushed out of Brooklyn, some neighborhoods seem like big Gap communities, or Target now, I imagine. I still love it though, even though I could never afford to live there.

One thing I love about my small town of Cambridge is that it does not change all that much, I can hardly imagine not being able to afford to live here one day. For me, that is a kind of security I wish for everyone.