Thoughts in Black and White

Garden at MoMa

I do not think it would be very comfortable to fall into water at this angle.

However, in view of the sticky weather, it might be refreshing at least.

 

54th Street.

Sheep grazing.

Subway 

What a clean floor. What shiny shoes. Gosh.

My breakfast.

(you can tell what a thrilling life I live)

Shadows and Reflections/ShadowShotSunday

Go to HeyHarriet for more shadow shots from round the world. 

It has been sunny this week.

A great thrill.

A seat on a deck overlooking the Hudson.

Diamonds of light glittering off the Hudson's gray water.

A metal fire escape on West 22nd Street.

These last two left over from our visit to MoMa.

Water is poured in trained-waiter style

and the wretched orange thing is reflected in the window.

A camp outing at the same place.

Abstracty Things and Some Food

Heading uptown to MoMa, a rather patriotic train.

More red and stripes on the escalator at 54th Street. We are 

lucky Claudia works for a museum and we can bypass

the horrible long lines with a gazillion, poor, patient people

waiting to get in. I feel a bit guilty but even so.......

 

The building almost always impresses me more than anything else.

Such angles and vistas. We go to the Ensor show which is quirky

 and batty and made me think of the work of David Shrigley which

 I love in its utter insanity. Ensor lived in his parents' attic for 

many, many  years...........hm..............

Anyway, any good museum visit brings on a desire for snacks,

so we went to one of their cafes high up overlooking the garden

where the croissant was perfect: crispy outside and light inside.

Quiet New York

There is so much going on in New York

 and so many people rushing about  doing important things.

In the late afternoon Susanna and I reached the relative calm of

the beginning of the Central Park. 

These serene faux-medieval maidens haunt 53rd Street....

...looking very peaceful indeed.

Climbing a staircase at Moma -- 

where a gazillion people eagerly drink in art.

The models in Bergdorf Goodman's windows who

 inhabit a rarified world of elegance and butterflies.