How crisp and bright NewYork light is! (How very different from soft English light.)
How angular and hard-edged.
I look west onto a little bit of The High Line and see the Hudson in the distance and the uber-swanky Standard Hotel. In the middle you can see the truck of the London Meat Company which (apparently) sells Italian sausages. A last reminder that this was the district of meat wholesalers (and transvestites).
Now all sanitized and a mecca for tourists.
Looking downtown, I like all the brave little trees in the West Village spouting in the shadows of everything new. (The Freedom Tower is the one that rises out of the photo.)
Anyway, back to crisp and angular
but add white chairs and lunch.
In the afternoon I pass one of my favorite windows on 22nd St
and pick up a blossom (seen here much bigger than life-sized)
I inhale the first lilac of the year.