Showing posts with label mahattan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mahattan. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

An Essay about Nothing with Red Details



Few New Yorkers object to having their photos taken.
I almost always ask first.
23rd Street


A scene on 6th Avenue. The tourists had just had their photo
 taken by the young passerby who was returning the camera.
 They had posed in front of the Bolt Bus.



Ah, the iconic Obama image by Sheperd Fairey has spawned a zillion imitations.
Here one dear to my heart.



A gallery on 23rd Street has a painted floor
 and an almost pink New York Times



How bloggerish to record lunch.



And a carpet at a friend's house.



Not to mention a plate with peas on it that seems to smile.
The tea pot looks quite friendly too.



The Holy Apostles' Garden on 9th Avenue
has fairly infrequently seen red aquilegia.


 

How small the people on the other side of the track look
with the red stripe over their heads.


Friday, March 27, 2009

New York Again



Odd to be back. So very many little square windows.
Park Avenue and 38th Street.


The Metlife Building meets the Leprechaun Bus.



Dramatic sky:  looking down 8th Avenue  at 18th Street.


So very many people rushing about outside Penn Station very early in the morning.


Things on a smaller scale seem attractive like clean glasses in the window at Mare.



New herbs for the windowsill in a brand new cab.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

A Walk Down 23rd Street



West 23rd Street is probably most famous for the infamous Chelsea Hotel.
When my friend M. stayed there, a huge door fell off a closet and hit her.
When my brother and his wife stayed there, we all enjoyed watching a photo shoot for the most exotic lingerie.
But you can also buy a guitar right next door.



Eat Spanish food.



You can go to church.
Look at all the TV and film vans. Currently three different productions being shot here.



You can look in the lobby of the hotel which is sort of dumpy for all that.
And rather expensive for what it is.
Perhaps you are paying for ambiance and history.



You can buy packing materials to send things to far away places.
Or get a very stylish tattoo with an Asian flavor.




And watch them dig up the street from the window of the bus.