A frosty cool day in March @ Lincoln Center, Manhattan West
March 2nd, 2019
Tag: winter
Perfection is Possible (?)
No longer often enough, but sometimes it snows in November. When it does, New York becomes a dream City for some – or a nightmare, depending on your standpoint (e.g. having to cross the city by car; the lady with the suitcase had just got off a barely moving cab, sure she would make it to destination faster on foot).
Midtown Manhattan, N.Y.
November 15th, 2018
No Super Blood Wolf Moon
No eclipse either. Just red to warm us up a little.
January 21st & 22nd, were the coldest of the winter so far. In fact, they were the coldest ever since our move to New York. It was so cold that the river began steaming. And, for the first time, there was a solid film of ice all along our windows. On the inside.
January 22nd, 2019
Adagio
Swaying into December with Grace.
Auguste Rodin
Pierre de Wiessant, Monumental Nude (Pierre de Wiessant, nu monumental), 1886, cast 1983, for The Burghers of Calais.
Bronze
The Burghers of Calais is a memorial to a group of fourteenth-century citizens who offered to sacrifice themselves to save their long-suffering city. It comprises six large figures. For each of four of the monument’s six figures, Rodin also executed a full-scale nude, among them this undraped version of the burgher Pierre de Wiessant. The practice of creating nude figure studies, which allowed artists to refine poses and understand how clothing should drape over the body, derives from the academic tradition that Rodin both embraced and rejected during his career. {source}
The full picture:
Brooklyn Museum
July 22nd, 2017
The day the river froze
Floating ice patches, as seen from the Hudson River Greenway, Manhattan
January 7th, 2017
Dancing through the snow
There’s been some plowing and shoveling this Thursday in New York.
Manhattan
January 4th, 2018
Chilling out in Central Park – literally…!
Speaking of arctic chills, that’s how we had to get dressed to go out for a walk in the park – so you see why I can barely move under the layers.
Fighting ice with ice: perhaps some rounds in the rink would have kept me warm.
Although the cold didn’t seem to ruffle this bird’s yellow feathers!
Greetings from an icy cold Central Park
December 28th, 2017
It’s a long way home
Through all kinds of weather
Manhattan,
March 15th, 2017
The Humble Fabulist 