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…
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 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.
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.
What joy to be at the beach early before the crowds have arrived.
Seagulls and tracks on the sand
and a few people out walking.
Time for an umbrella
Then lots of digging
and more digging.
Flowers gathered from the garden
and the roof.
A drawing lesson.
Flowers in the market then
back to the little beach where the water is warm and the big ones can get out to the far raft.
The Sound is perfectly calm.
The picnic table awaits us.
No one on the beach yet and the water is chilly.
The children go in anyway
to look for interesting stones
to toss as far as they possibly can.
Peonies from Union Square
like debutantes in ball gowns.