The view from my window of winter trees and snow -- always reminds me of Breughel and the Christmas cards my parents sent in the 1950's.
How bright and moderne the Empire State Building looks in the afternoon sun.
Samson and Lily are well outfitted for the season, but Hodges' own coat is enough.
The spire of Holy Apostles church on 9th Avenue and a distant view of the Hudson. Something seems to be on fire on the right.
Harry, a friend's cat, does not want Buster to get hold of his ginger root. No way!