Showing posts with label bagels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bagels. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Bagels and Oranges






Bagels and cream cheese. The ideal New York lunch on a dreary, wet day.
The Brooklyn Bagel Company on 23rd Street has enormous bagels.
They are hot and delicious.
You can slice them into three bits.


The shop is fairly new and all the people who work there are cheerful. 
To my mind, the best bagels in Chelsea.


Can you guess I like lox (smoked salmon), or lox spread?
 Just add a squeeze of lemon juice and coarsely ground black pepper. 



Walking home, my mind full of salmon -- to make a contrast with the weather --I spy
 the meter-maid's raincoat...



and the bin with the give away paper.
Headline: Urban gardens grow
fed by lean economy.
Sounds good to me.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

A Walk up 18th Street




Past the post office, a new building on the corner of 7th Avenue.


A truck full of bagels.



These steps seemed to color co-ordinate themselves.



On 7th Avenue workers wait for breakfast....


And the sky is very blue.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Shadow Shot Sunday/or A Very Short Walk Round the Block


Shadow Shot Sunday (see Hey Harriet for details) and no photos taken for it.
The neighbors' dog to be taken for a walk.
Bagels to be bought since we have someone staying. There is no food in the house since we were out all day yesterday.
Shadows are best early in the morning.
I set out with dog, camera, change purse and necessary plastic bag. you can guess what for.
Cut through between 23rd and 24th streets.
In the background The Leo House a very strange hotel run by a Catholic religious foundation.



On 25th Street opposite St.Columba's, where morning service is being held, trees are reflected in a car's windshield. Every time I try to take a photo, Buck tugs on the leash.



Up 25th Street heading for 8th Avenue.........



In front of me, the stairs to the subway..........



........on my right, the sprinklers refresh the lawn.
I cross 8th Avenue and tie Buck up outside the bagel shop and pray no one steals him.
Obviously, no one does.



On the corner of 23rd Street and 8th Avenue, the tables at Dallas Barbeque are empty as they so rarely are.
Home, mission accomplished.