So we are back in Marrakesh and it feels as if we ever left.
Sunset seen from Cafe France…..
A very odd, slightly terrifying stuffed creature in Gueliz in the gun shop where the window never changes -well hasn’t for the last 10 years at least.
And the light and the glass
Not to mention the veggies
And reflections and patterns
And real orange juice
Straight from the trees
And doors to long to look behind
And our first chum on this trip in Casablanca airport…..
Lots more random images to come!
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.