Ghosts/ Happy Halloween

In Florence the ghost of Rembrandt haunts the pavement and people tread on him which is very sad.

The old skull theme is very suitable for a tomb in the floor of S. Croce........

 
....and in the window of a biscotteria....with all that ectoplasm stuff floating about.....

 ...just as it does in a painted over portrait on 22nd Street in New York.

Ah! The autumnal peace of a little Halloween lie down behind the leather school with all that Virginia creeper as warm bedding.

Happy Halloween!

Much More Down to Earth

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After last week's excitement in the sky it's good to look up and see nice puffy clouds.

Or something as simple as a Winesap apple.

The same Winesap apple with mini-gourds.

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Fire truck between 5th Avenue and Broadway.

Escalade in the bike lane outside Pop Burger  --roof reflecting the lights from an awning.

A Weekend of Children

 

The Czech Festival on 83rd Street looked like a glimpse into old Europe.

Here the children are waiting to be entertained by the puppet master

--a rather terrifyingly tall man in a coat of many colors.

I really find puppets rather disturbing in general. The only specific character I recognize here is Pinocchio. The doctor looks John Malkovich . I see a devil, a woodsman and a count. 

(Also Harry Potter on the lower level.)

Cousins of Czech  (and all sorts of other)  heritage playing.

And Henry, looking rather pensive....

Bike Path, Central Park and Under the Bus Terminal

Looking towards New Jersey. Such elegant decay.

More of the same  --with a tower!

Looking down towards the boating lake in Central Park

This last picture a sort of visual conundrum.

We were waiting for a taxi outside the back door of the bus terminal

and I looked up! A sort of Where's Waldo effect.

Willow Manor Ball

Well, here it is again.....Willow Manor Ball. What fun.

This is what I'll be wearing. Vintage Ossie Clark.....

So simple and elegant.

This is the ghost of my former self
who will dance with
a stunning assortment of dashing heros
like
Lord Byron

Prince Andrei
Maxim deWinter
and
Mr. Rochester

You know the usual litany of men to make women swoon
and so on and so on......

 I have thought of three splendidly sentimental songs for slow dances
Some Enchanted Evening.....from South Pacific
Elvis's Can't Help Falling in Love with You
and James Blunt's lovely sappy You're Beautiful


Wish I had more time to prepare!

Robert Moses Beach

Probably the last visit to the beach this September.

A very misty day, but the colors of the foliage in the dunes sang.

Virginia creeper.

Beach rose leaves turning the color of fall....

and a rose-hip to knock your socks off.

I'm not quite sure what would happen if you ate the berries on the creeper.

Probably best avoided.

Michael Imperioli on The Red Carpet

Well, they put down a red carpet near my house......

...so Buster wanted his photo taken on it.....

 

Then the real fun started. At about five thirty all sorts of important people showed up including Michael Imperioli  --Christopher of Soprano's fame. Lots of photographers.

"Gosh, he's looking older," my daughter said when I emailed her the photo. ( She has the whole Sopranos box set in England.) We decided Adrianna would have liked the interviewer's skirt. As everyone is noting, New Jersey is flavor of the month: sausage stores and pizza parlors, McMansions, bistro sets and interesting plantings.

You never know who you'll run into wandering round in Chelsea.

Photos

This picture appeared on my other blog but I really like it for some reason and wanted to see what it looked like rather big.....It is of workers on the corner of 22nd Street and the West Side Highway. Had they still been there, the Twin Towers would have been in the upper left hand corner.

The Heckscher Museum, in Huntington, Long Island, looking like a very teeny little bit chopped off the Metropolitan Museum,  is perfect in its way.  You can see it in the upper right hand corner.

How on earth did a splendidly disturbing  George Grosz picture end up here?

Sun and clouds on a Saturday afternoon.

This turtle is so old that bits of pond weed have adhered to his shell.

Speckles of light like confetti or snowflakes.