Saturday, September 20, 2014

Long Island



I have been coming here for more than thirty years.


Built high up, like a tree house, overlooking the water, with wooden steps leading down to the beach, it's the house of my dreams. My children remember it well.


There are bird feeders galore and sculptures


and patches of dappled shade.


The wheel - lower right  - spins merrily. The wind chimes chime and a squirrel gives a theatrical performance in the little bird house.


I wanted to take a picture of her/him in it - but she/he wouldn't oblige.... just looked at me beadily. Hmm...


Inside the house there are orchids and fruit and paintings and photos and dogs -  evidence of lives very well lived. What fun to go there again.





Friday, September 12, 2014

Splendid Skies



Such a wonderful time of year for sky watching


particularly at dusk. On Monday everyone was snapping away madly


on their cell phones and cameras.


I'm surprised no one was run over snapping the sky.


The clouds seemed to boil and bubble.


Later in the evening the 'super moon' played hide and seek in the clouds.


Yesterday evening a blue shaft of light rose from the World Trade Center


and the Empire State Building was red white and blue.




Sunday, September 7, 2014

City and Right Angles




Quite enough pictures of the beach when we live in the city where we occasionally venture  out. Here a Bellini cart...not the artist, the drink. Who knew how many kinds there could be? The decor is quasi industrial - exposed pipes and all that.  We had brunch at the Quality Italian - odd name, odd menu, odd service... if the waiter said, "You got it!" one more time I'm not quite sure what I would have done. Anyhow...


went over to our friend's apartment and looked down at the traffic in serried ranks


and more spread out.


Home via the Flatiron Building which must have been quite extraordinarily impressive when first seen. A thunderstorm threatens.


In the evening (big social weekend!) we go up to another friend's roof  - the other side of the street  from where we live  - and see the Empire State Building from a different angle. It seems more distant and magical than in our familiar view. 


The moon rose behind the grasses on the roof and #300 manages to look castle-like.

In the morning


the clear light of a post-thunderstorm morning reveals metal on metal


 squares and right angles


and weeds managing to thrive in spite of it all.





Sunday, August 31, 2014

The Giant Puddle at the Beach



The Last Day of August. Sob. Where has this all-too-short summer gone? (Though September  beach days can be extra sweet).


Robert Moses, our favorite beach, had pretty wild surf last week, so it's fortunate that there is a super-giant puddle for the small fry to play in.


In Henry's case, leap in


and lie there luxuriating in the tepid water



a very happy starfish indeed.



There are shells in the puddle too.


and castles to build.


Ice cream is used as a bribe to encourage young people to leave the delights of the sea shore. It gets very melty and drippy.



All too soon the sundresses will be put away for the winter.







Thursday, August 28, 2014

Campbell Apartment


I usually take photos of Penn Station which is crowded and grungy and dingy and altogether a mess - it's where we pass through to visit the children.


Grand Central is another experience altogether.


It is lofty and clean and altogether glorious. And


hidden away up near the Oyster Bar is an elevator that takes you up to the Campbell Apartment, a delightfully bizarre13th Italian Gothic retreat, once private office of the chap in charge of the railroad.


Here, in dimly lit grandeur, you can savor absurdly expensive cocktails, or meet, very discreetly, with...who knows who.


Anyway, it is rather a splendid treat


 and very picturesque.








Tuesday, August 19, 2014

High Line Update




 I hadn't been to The High Line for ages - mostly because when I go out for a walk I usually have the dog with me, and because the amazing popularity of the park has made it a major tourist attraction. I'm reminded of Yogi Berra's comment about something quite different -Nobody goes there any more - it's too crowded.
But I went this morning to check how Piet Oudolf's plantings initially from 2009 were holding up. (You can find all my High Line posts dating back to 2009 here).


Well, as ever, lots of charming contrasts


of shapes of foliage. However...


there is so much construction going on all around the High Line that the noise is astounding and, as someone wittily pointed out, one will soon need 'gro-lights' for the plantings.


These skeletons are about to become extremely expensive three and four bedroom apartments for masters and mistresses of the universe. Chelsea has been deemed family friendly and is a very nice place to live.


Needless to say, I quite liked it when it was sort of scruffy.


10th Avenue has all these amazing residential buildings.


so big they need industrial elevators for the workers.


Quite a nice contrast of  natural and industrial.


Moments of lyricism


and replenishment of plants.


Exquisite details


and cone flowers grown up near 16th St.

So, this morning's outing was very mixed. Yes, The High Line is wonderful, is wildly popular and has caused lots and lots of changes locally. A Garden Bridge is in the planning stages in London - I wonder how that will work out?