A cool breathing spot

20160829_212752Because of the pollution, congestion and August mugginess it is easy to forget that we actually live on an island, yet a cool breathing spot is always a breeze away. Whether you head east or west, a walk alongside the river at dusk is your escape route from the stifling heat.

Just follow any street on East-West axis.

Manhattan – August 29th, 2016

Chirp

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Hard as it may be to believe, you can still hear the birds sing in New York in a few, far between places besides Central Park. Some, totally unexpected.

Sheila Berger
Avis Gloriae et Laudis MMXVI
(Bird of Glory and Praise – 2016)
Stainless steel and steel

#CreateArt on the Hudson River Greenway, between 57th and 70th streets.

August 29th, 2016

Behind the facade

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wp20160829_191112Harmonious lines, soft palette in ochre and blue, a visual delight; it could have been a cubist painting. Solid yet airy, playful urban architecture. Hanging cables letting a fleeting glimpse behind the facade. In a little while it will be masked, its beauty lost to ignorant passersby forever.

57th Street, between 11th & 12th Avenues, walking towards Hudson River Greenway.

August 29th, 2016

Xmas tree(?)

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With skeletons safely tucked away back into the closet, ’tis time for some serious glitter. Joy to the world! November marks the start of the Christmas Season and New York is slowly, methodically getting pretty for the grand finale. And I am going to enjoy all of it!

Photo from the High Line

August 28th, 2016

The time is nigh…

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… and so it has been since end of August. It was then that some gorgeous, huge, perfectly rounded pumpkins made their annual front raw appearance in their thousands, taking position on shelves in- and outside grocery shops and supermarkets. Although they are supposed to be picked up in October, they couldn’t wait to mark the beginning of Halloween Season and start the countdown to every child’s favourite spooky night. No matter the sweltering heat of the last days of August, the magic ”pompions” were there to remind that the time is nigh.

Will and Fred went to the barn.
They got a pumpkin.
The pumpkin was large.
The pumpkin was yellow.
The boys cut the top off.
They cut the seeds out.
They cut four holes in the pumpkin.
They put a candle in the pumpkin.
The light shone out.
The boys said, “See our Jack-o’-Lantern.”

Narrative from a turn-of-the-century schoolbook, Victoire and Perdue’s The New Century First Reader via urbanlegends.

October 22nd, 2016