Halloween is over with and the leaves are finally starting to fall.
This pumpkin has a curious nose.
One of the best bits of Halloween is getting candy… my daughter say they were allowed to eat as much as they wanted…oh my!
The Winesap apples have finally arrived and are very crispy and tasty.
I currently have an obsession with dried up dahlias…
almost time to chuck them.
A fallen leaf on 20th street.
Stuff from a garden on Long Island
and acorn cups.
An arrangement of acorn cups and rosehips in a cup by my assistant (aged 3). Doesn’t it look like a weird clock-face in the acorn cup upper left?
and the joy of fallen leaves…
October is one of my favorite months – the beginning of the turning of the year and a little bit decaying and mystical…
Nothing like an old baking sheet background for gloomy…
This is a sunflower squash
posing as a space alien.
These are some pears
and more pears
and a pomegranate from a street cart and flowers from Bobby’s garden.
Some meadow flowers hanging on to summer at the green market
but pumpkin season is upon us
and an eggplant with some sort of message –
when we get to the beach
I find a poor fishy who is unlikely to send any more messages…
I managed to get separated from my blog – or the log in to the same…
Anyway, my friend Gracie moved to Long Beach where people were training as life guards.
The summer went well…
Vinny the caterpillar and his chums ate a great deal of dill…
which then formed seeds and I got a second crop.
The wonderful butterfly flower self seeded itself on the roof
add basil and mint to the old Moroccan jug.
Hydrangeas continued to enchant
and I dried some delphinium flowers.
We managed to get to Robert Moses three times
and the grandchildren continued to flourish.
Robert suggested I do a needlepoint loosely based on an old Italian plate. Lesson learned: do not attempt anything with lots and lots of circles in it.
A peach photographed on a baking tray
Some extra lovely dahlias Margaret gave me.
A photo from yesterday – photographed on a cookie sheet. The chewed leaf makes it look as if it ought to be an allegory of some sort – oddly medieval.
A lovely tree catching the last of the autumn sunlight.
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.
Some various musing on a rather under appreciated month.
This discarded looking glass just by PS 11 captured such a sharp image of the rather ugly buildings opposite. Blue plastic trash bags manage to look pretty in bright sunlight,
This building in the east 60’s has maybe been on fire – or grown mold or been abandoned – or maybe all three. Deniz says it looks like buildings in Istanbul. The blackness is just like the abandoned Portuguese Consulate building in Essouira. Like almost everyone on the planet, I like mysterious buildings.
The reason for this picture is the wonderful writing on the check. I did not set anything up as a still life. This is just what remained after I had eaten my pancakes and bacon and drunk my tea.
Yesterday I walked home down the High Line and there was almost no one about – well of course there was someone taking photos who had color coordinated his jacket to look brownish like the buildings.
See! No one at all!
But some witch hazel with waving fronds. When I was a child some mothers put witch hazel on bruises. Not sure if it has any effect – maybe magic like Bandaids on invisible scratches.
Well, one person in the distance…
A full moon to dream on
and a plastic castle to play with.
I first went to Florence in 1971 – a very long time ago. It’s where Robert and I met in 1973. We lived there for a while and have been back countless times since.
Here is a collection of photos taken in late October and early November this year.
A stormy day in Fiesole
and a persimmon tree whose fruits had been left unharvested.
Also in Fiesole, pumpkins and chestnuts.
Fish in the green water of the large fountain in the Boboli Gardens
and more fish on a porcelain plate in the museum at the top of the garden.
Such elegant plates…
and as for the view!
When I win a million billion pounds in some lottery I will live in this valley.
or walk down to the Ponte Vecchio
and look at the river.
I could live in a very simple cell
as long as they sometimes let me out to eat doughnuts.