The light has been extraordinarily clear and bright this week.
A nice leaf on the windowsill.
Same leaf on the windowsill with the light reflected off a new tall building blazes in from the north in the late afternoons.
Our dim little counter gets lit up – had I known the light would fall there I would have arranged a better still life.. This is sort of brownish in honor of the meatloaf that is about to get made…
Light on the High Line on election afternoon when I was beginning to feel wobbly.
Last licks of flowers from my son’s garden the day after…
Apprentice flower arranger.
So the week continued with lots and lots of walks and sights seen.
A house to desire in Greenwich village
and leaves in the gutter
not to mention the hats on 5th Avenue
and heaven in the New York Public Library…
and an intimation of mortality.
But the light! – and a man leaving.
All this emotion and seeing things required a little respite in the form of Tea & Sympathy where we ate
very stodgy puddings and drank tea.
On the way home I passed the Chelsea Hotel which is undergoing an extensive and much needed renovation – for good or ill. Anyway lots and lots of changes. I’d better get used to it.
3 thoughts on “A Surreal Week”
A wonderful eclectic mix of photos. I wish I could have joined you for the tea and stodgy pudding it looked heavenly.
Wish you could have been there too!
a lovely post – some melancholy interlaced through the poetry. chin up – the time for British resolve . . .