Shadow Shot Sunday/Finally

The studio windowsill about 4pm.

Paper piled on the radiator and the blind pulled

down against the too-hot summer light.

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Thinking of Halloween

Photographed in the Chelsea Market

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Dazzle

In the depths of winter the green market at Union Square

 is subdued with left-over apples, 

a few potatoes, and

absurdly expensive little bits of mesclun salad.

Now zinnias blaze.

In midsummer there are wild traffic-light, traffic-stopping stalks.

Of what. Rhubarb? Salady stuff?

Someone will tell me.

(They did. Swiss Chard. Sue was the first!)

There is a nice friendly bee on the sunflower.

Are bees coming back? I do hope they are.

There are peaches that taste like peaches instead of those odd,

hard, fuzzy lumps they sell in the supermarket.

Fancy sunflowers.....

... plums for plum crumble.

Geranium leaves fall on the black-eyes susies.

There are snapdragons which long to be carried

 by a flower girl at a summer wedding...

...and good snacks to be had.

Who knew that tea-cosies could be WILD?

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Things Seen

Pink tinged clouds after gray upon gray.

Monsters that somehow got into a car.

A little girl waiting for a carriage ride.

And a boy having his portrait drawn.

Complicated Patterns and One Simpler One

For some reason (unknown to me) they keep digging up Union Square.

I wish they would stop already.

Snacks at a friend's apartment. The carpet sort of echoes the fence above.

Madison Square Park from the bus. Very bare branches here still.

A charming child  who attended a family party.

Escape from the City

It has been unbearably hot and muggy. A good time to get out of the city.
On Tuesday I went to a party at a friend's house on Long Island.
As well as being a very nice person, she has a swimming pool, three dogs and three granddaughters.
Sadie, a friend's toddler, was there too and was most interested in the dogs.



I haven't the least idea who lives in this very traditional house in Tappan, north of the city.
But it struck me as the ideal American house from the beginning of the last century. A bit like the one our children grew up in on Long Island.



While walking the dog, I admired the shadowy greens with light filtering through the trees.