Almost Thanksgiving

According to another cop who did not want to be photographed, these are 
New York's sexiest cops. 
Mr. September, October etc.
Anyway they look pretty cheerful hanging out in Union Square.

I went to Dean and Delucca in Soho yesterday to buy olives.

The cashier was very cheerful there too.

These birds caught my eye in a rather crunchy granola looking shop.

As did this little, real bird hopping round in the drizzle.

A pleasant surprise when I got home....

........a  package of presents from India, via Norway.

Britt-Arnhild is a wonderfully generous friend and blogger supreme.

Look at the astounding richness of the purple in the scarf!

Alarmingly Bright/Ruby Tuesday

Most New Yorkers favor basic black.
When you think of Manhattan you think of black and white.......
However.....


...some people buck the trend. Like this dandy in his cool yellow pants at the bus stop on 23rd Street.....



....or these little girls at Union Square photographed when I was trying to participate in "Pink Saturday". (I failed.)



I'm pretty sure this family having brunch at the Half King in Chelsea comes from out of town. Four people and no black at all?
Real New Yorker to the left.



This group have got the clothes down - but the hair is pretty thrilling.



Long Island is another place entirely. In East Northport a pink car.
Wow!

DIA DI BLOGLANDIA/ JDW 1911-79

Stephanie and Susanna have organized this cheery celebration loosely based on the Day of the Dead.
We celebrate someone by remembering those things he or she enjoyed.
I think my father would have thought this rather fun.
He was someone who found pleasure in lots of things.



I'm not sure what he would have made of the traditional marigolds - not being much of a flower man.
More a person who valued function over form.
And what should we do to celebrate him?
We would go to church and sing stirring hymns rather loudly.
Maybe the old one which says: The trivial round the common task/Should furnish all I need to ask
We would enjoy small things.



This picture is of the recipes Dad copied out in his very neat handwriting in a POW camp in Germany when there was very little food to be had at all -so they had to write about it instead.
Our menu for the day would include, bacon, blackberry and apple pie with double cream, and welsh rarebit. A tankard of beer.



Because it's Sunday, we wouldn't be able to put on our patent leather shoes and go dancing.
Instead we'd do the Times crossword in ink. Take the dog for a walk and then play bridge.
We'd read Sherlock Holmes stories or listen to Gilbert and Sullivan on the radiogram.
Maybe last of all watch Perry Mason on television.........

Philadelphia

The city of Brotherly Love - in our case sisterly love since I was there with blogging friends.
For some reason it is the little details that catch my attention and make me want to record them. Here a doorstep from a row of little red brick houses built in the 18th century. They reminded me a lot of England.



A yellow window reflecting more of the little houses - there was lots of red, yellow and green somehow.



A quiet darker doorway with a dead vine which manages to look decoratif.



And the brightest window/wall/window box combo - so amazingly cheerful.



I like things which look a little battered and shabby-chic, or, I suppose, just plain shabby.............



More of the same...........



What on earth kind of soda is this? A picture taken on the wall of a whole house made of mosaics.


The gilding is coming off but rather lovely even so.........