Empire Diner a Dove and a Poem

as burgeoning spring

demands poetic response

we bloggers will sing

The other day Tracy wrote that she had bought a book of haiku. Willow has been celebrating poetry month. The whole blogosphere is awash with poets and writers. An idea: Tracy and I thought Monday May 11th might be a good day for lots of us to post small blog- sized snippets of joy or wisdom or merely fun. Pictures too.....

She made this beautiful image to go with the idea.

Our friends in the Antipodes haven't got spring of course, but they have melancholy and equally poetic autumn. If you let me or Tracy know we can add you to a list, but this isn't necessary.

The Empire Diner, a real classic. Corner of 9th Avenue and 22nd Street.

An enigmatic stencil. 24th St. Gallery District

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.