Brooklyn Sunday Afternoon

Took the 'L' train to Bedford Street in Brooklyn

where cool cafes abound.

Walked down to the newly refurbished waterfront and gazed back at Manhattan

 --such a lovely warm afternoon with everyone relaxing on the lawn....

 which was right next to a flea market selling flea market type stuff...

which, unlike lots of people, I find more depressing than thrilling, anyway

 there were lots of stalls selling snacks. Here porchetta rolls -- beautiful roast pork with crackling --

and people selling drinks too.


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This last picture just for fun. Apparently you can buy a book by
Fiona Goble called "Knit Your Own Royal Wedding".
What will they think of next?

Brooklyn

The L train goes to the unfamiliar world of Brooklyn

where people do the same sorts of things  as on the other

 side of the river ie prepare to descend into the subway.

At  the Dam Stuhltrager Gallery people have all sorts

 of props and prepare for a fashion show

 while Sir Frog observes from his corner. See below.

Robert Schmid

Bo Diddly, a girl of the streets, and the tiny plastic man

 who lives on top of our TV set at the CCCP Gallery.

Here is an old salt whose picture of a sinking ship is depressing.

Epoh Owl is having an opening too.

Inside and Outside

Black-Eyed Susies: the spirit of the season.

On the street: young people reporting on a film which was part of revolutionlatina.org

Tomorrow we're heading to Brooklyn for an art opening.

Robert has three small pieces in the show.

Look in the background of the flyer.... the strange magic clouds

of some weeks ago. Photomontage by John Holt.

Sunday in the Park with Bloggers

Deb of Bonbonoiseau had a brilliant idea: a chicknic in the park.

The rain had stopped at last.

So we all agreed and offered to bring food.

McCarren Park in Brooklyn.

There was an excellent balance of things that are good for you

and morally pure like tomatoes, melon, fruit salad

and stuff that is wonderful like

vanilla pudding and stuffed peppers wrapped in bacon

and stuffed eggs and cake.

So we ate and ate, and then ate more and talked about weddings

and blogging and various other topics of burning interest to all.

Bloggers are pretty good at words, food and connecting.

We talked of farflung bloggers like Maryam and Janelle

and wished they were with us but wondered if we were too dull.

On the way home, an old lady thanked the young man who helped

her off the bus. A VERY GOOD DAY.

File under Batty and Bizarre/ ABC Wednesday

This is the second letter of Mrs. Nesbitt's ABC Wednesdays.
This young lady with a notice on her forehead lives on West Broadway heading south from Spring Street.



This poor dead bicycle lives just north of Houston Street. It has been decorated beautifully and almost rises to the level of art.



Just across the street from the bicycle is an Egyptian cafe which was closed early on Sunday morning.
When I took the next two photos, I didn't realise how much reflection was going to appear in them.
Hm.........very mysterious and spooky indeed.



Gods of ancient Egypt and a tower block of not very interesting apartments - something to do with housing for NYU I think.



Artifacts and reflections in a tobacco shop window on West Broadway.



A metal gate to a townhouse in Chelsea.
This image is from the silent movie they made of H.G. Wells' First Man on the Moon. Someone - not sure who - shot a bolt in to eye of ( I think) the man in the moon.
Obviously, not a useful or comforable thing to do
It looks a bit scary anyway, and, no doubt, led to trouble.



Reflections in a hot dog truck parked by South Street Seaport on Sunday morning.
Yes, we had a most energetic bike ride!



Eventually we sat and looked across the East River at Brooklyn.
I'm not quite sure if Brooklyn is batty and bizarre but it does begin with B........