While in Worcester and then driving back through the dark hinterlands of rural Massachusetts last night with my son, we pondered the allure of city living . . . big city living to be more precise. Worcester doesn't qualify. Boston might not either, if one's a New Yorker. What is it about cities that keeps those of us who prefer an urban setting so enthralled? I think Drew captured it pretty succinctly: it's the energy of all those around us. It may be akin to being in a hive, I suppose.
The rural seems so barren to a city person, and I know that the city can seem so hostile to a rural person. It's curious how we develop our preferences.
This photo is from the indisputably BIG city of New York . . . the Christo orange flag art event in Central Park. I like that about cities, too . . . their concrete and steel massiveness can be and so often is tempered by the deeply human, by our artistic expressions.
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