A lovely sunny day.
A garden surrounded by fields.
Daisies in the grass.
And a wisteria draped window.
And white lilac.
A warm day. We dusted off the bicycles and headed down to the Battery.
The Statue of Liberty In the distance
And a ferry to take you there.
Masts of tall ships at South Street Seaport.
Not much left of It after Hurricane Sandy then a awful fire.
Just dreams of distant places.
At last when I look out of the window
I see green which is a great thrill. The weather is suddenly astoundingly hot -80F. I have discovered that my new cell phone has a sort of device on it which records how far I walk. Like David Sedaris, in his amusing recent New Yorker essay, I have become obsessed with bumping up my numbers.
So I decided to walk to Macy’s instead of going the one stop on the subway. I am utterly outside my comfort zone but snap pictures anyway. Macy’s is the usual madhouse with very nice salespeople who work out how much one can get off anything.
I am too lazy to hike home so get a cab
which is reflected in a swanky SUV
and I spy another cab. New York is looking rather gritty.
In the afternoon, still determined to rack up miles on the phone, we walk to the Hudson and back via 20th Street.
It is a lovely sunny day with bright crisp reflections
and pink petals underfoot.
My phone said I walked more than six miles. Yippee! Almost about as boring as people who discuss their weight loss or lack thereof.
The moon has been extra splendid lately. Very large and bright so I rushed up to the roof to capture it.
And this from ground level.
A really bad photo but mysterious.
Yesterday morning we went up to the roof to take photos of Robert’s latest paintings which are to do with people interacting – or not interacting – in the city. We looked down on a tour bus.
Bright clear day with the Google Building in the background with all sorts of people being creative. Robert’s people look forward – but not at each other.
Here there are lots and lots of people mingling as in a great stream flowing through the city.
Here is an artsy wall from 22nd Street with shadows of torn paper and graffiti.
I couldn’t resist the tuilps at Union Square looking like a Dutch still life already.
What have I been up to this week? First of all I have been working on editing a little book about the time we spent in Marrakesh. Here below is a map I made of the places I most frequently visited.
There are several wonderful map makers out there like Jennifer Thermes and Adrienne Ottenberg who put my feeble efforts to shame – but it was fun experimenting.
Next we visited the grandchildren whose flower arrangements are a delight. Nature study in the backyard is a wonderful exercise in observation.
I have also been playing around with my phone’s tintype app which produces wonderfully mysterious effects – almost the openings of short stories.
Here some children on their way to school.
Here the flower pickers in dappled sunlight
and teaching the smaller one checkers.
Here a mysterious old house on Long Island – though what looks like snow is in fact grass.
I’m reading The Brothers Karamazov for book club and finding it rather hard work. A friend says that it doesn’t really get going until page 300…umm…I have ditched the Penguin edition for the kindle one since that has bigger writing and is easier to hold. Maybe too much of a spring challenge.
I’m still experimenting with this site and have been playing around with the tintype app on my new phone. Tintype, one of the earlier forms of photography, makes everything look old and somewhat mysterious.
Here is the view from our east window on a horribly rainy day when the Empire State Building almost vanishes into the mist.
The same morning walking between the buildings of Penn South.
Here contemporary children walk to school looking almost as if they come from the 1940’s.
And Henry setting up a game
and making a card for Grandpa.
Gretchen doing the same.
Horribly cold this Friday – hats and scarves and winter coat weather. Depressing…
A little bit of progress
This is the Art Deco Imperial Hotel