Wild Nights

Stormy skies and a plane.

Yesterday 8pm

Because of the endless rainy weather,

 there have been super clouds at night.

My little camera is unsophisticated

 and the dog is pulling on his lead.

The trees between the buildings are in full leaf.

Wet Day/Tagged

Alicia Padron a most wonderful illustrator of charming children's books tagged me to write seven things about myself. (You should go to her site to see the banner of a dog flying over the Empire State Building.)
How can I resist?
So:
1. I love rainy days...the rainier the better...
Here people trudge along 8th Avenue.



2. I revel in reading really long books. Middlemarch and War and Peace are my idea of fun.
Another person on 8th Avenue. Doesn't black and white look more chic somehow?



3. I think people who talk on cell phones while checking out at the super market are excessively rude. Is the salesclerk not worthy of 'Good morning' at least? They should pay $20 extra as an 'unpleasant person' tax.



4. I like the crossing guard's super bright slicker. (You can see I'm running out of puff here...)



5. Being inside on a wet evening is bliss. Time to read all those long, long books...
6. My favorite food is probably bread --hot, crusty bread straight from the oven with butter and crunchy honey or strawberry jam.



7. In case you have fallen asleep at the dullness of this post, I throw in a photo of me as a drippy hippie selling beads I'd made on the Ponte Vecchio in Florence circa 1973
Once upon a time....

59th Street Bridge

Because Manhattan is an island, bridges and tunnels are vital when one wishes to escape.
We were going to pick up a friend in Queens.
Take the 59th Street Bridge........
But it says the Queensborough Bridge.
That's what it's really called. OK. Finally things fall into place.


Much too much railing. But we are on the outer roadway.
Over Roosevelt Island where Robert's great aunt Barbara lived in a hospital for incurables in the 1920's. She wrote poetry.



Queens in the distance.......on the far side of the East River.



Everything on such a large scale.
A perfect blue day.

Water Everywhere

My favorite duck pond with lotus and lilies near the Irish Hunger Memorial.
The pool reflects the towering buildings but retains a human scale.


The ducks, like ducks anywhere, are very greedy.



In Battery Park a play area with a sprinkler.
In the very far distance you can see the Statue of Liberty.



Rotting wooden pilings in the Hudson in Chelsea. I'm always attracted to elegant and picturesque decay.



On 9th Avenue the playground sprinklers make a star design.
Sprinklers rule in August.