Obviously things very gloomy in the US nowadays.
So, trying to make the best of things, I walk with a friend through Central Park
where a very dead old white chap stands out in the cold. We go to The Metropolitan Museum where there are always guaranteed delights.
A Gaugain that was new to me. What lovely contrasts of light and shade! What nice sound shapes. How splendid to focus so specifically on mangoes and flowers.
Ah, Matisse! Palm trees! Simplicity.
What batty colorings. How absurd the uplooking eyes! When I was thirteen I thought this sort of look very splendid.
Trees on Long Island
a cat coolly observing our folly
Good stuff to eat at Sarabeth’s bakery
and love conquering all – we hope!
For some reason there was something darkly glamorous about the billowing green tarp cavern where the root vegetables dwell…
what do you do with black radish except wonder at its spooky, strange
Some green things
and back to those roots like nerves spreading…
Last an overall view!
Apparently the Danish word ‘hygge’ – pronounced hoogah – was chosen one of the trending words of the ill-fated year 2016. It has to do with cosiness and comfort and how to survive a long cold winter. Candles – a soft, kind, romantic light. Chatting with friends.
Chatting with friends about books. Finding faces in cookies…
Books – to escape into different worlds without the use of technology.
Walking and bicycling – exercise and transportation rolled into one – no pollution either.
Knitting – most therapeutic and producing endless cosy wooly hats for which there may or may not be takers….
It all sounds splendidly friendly and lazy and not striving at all…
Home made soup, perhaps and paper whites at the window.
I’m sure comfort also lies in having access to health care etc etc…
I discover I am wonderfully in tune with the times and didn’t know it.
Happy New Year!
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.
A rather sepia-tinged time of year – my favorite really.
Last week it was 85F but time for raking leaves thought there weren’t enough to make a jump-able leaf pile.
A season of very round things
and more round things
and a giant sunflower seed head.
Time to get out the water colors and work on images for my Jane Stories.
And look at the light on Robert’s notebook!
Halloween approaches and Berch has been busy on the local diner window. The light was so clear and bright yesterday afternoon that the paint thew splendid shadows.
This makes the window paintings extra good.
In the later afternoon a walk by the Hudson. So breezy and clear.
First evening at sunset on the beach…
such glorious light!
Connecticut in the distance.
How pink the sea wall at the neighboring beach!
The next morning it was foggy.
We went to the pond at Centerport
Robert Moses beach was swathed in fog
rather like in a Fellini movie – and no one was there except us. It was like being inside a cloud and our hair got completely wet.
Someone said this looks as if Robert is walking out of one of his own paintings…
The Sweet Shop in Northport was like going back into the past… and the ice cream was all home made….
The dry cleaners looks like a window into the past.
Most unusual to find a building on either side of the Atlantic that was built in 1940.
What would I do without the green market to take photos of?
White and red currents with a suitably sere leaf.
Squash flowers to be lightly battered ( but not by me!)
A complete meadow of black-eyes Susans and daisies and so forth.
And then the edible flowers – photographed in their plastic containers which render them misty and mysterious. As a child I ate nasturtiums and honey suckle and maybe chomped on clover.
But the current fashion for eating snapdragons and chive flowers etc etc is more to do with looks than taste, I think. Others may disagree.
But they do look stunning.
As regards my own humble horticultural efforts on the roof: this year I’m attempting an egg plant (seen here). I have a great deal too much mint and a lot of sage that looks charming but I never eat. There is kale but I never eat that either.
And here is a tiny posy on my table.
Green Thoughts by Eleanor Perenyi
Landscape and Memory by the brilliant Simon Sharma who grew up in Essex like me.
And a Famous Five adventure by the much maligned Enid Blyton – just to see how she moves plot and conflict – and gosh, was she good at it.