Blue

It has been a remarkably dry fall.

The skies are mostly blue and clear - all the better for plane spotting. Yesterday afternoon on 15th St.

and the other day in the early evening when the sun's rays hit the plane's belly.

Some pretty evening skies

and such clear day ones.

 This was taken this morning

and this one on Long Island on Monday - a pin oak with lots of leaves left.

The silver birches near our apartment are at that interim stages of only a few leaves.

Brooklyn on Saturday

and the ferry back to Manhattan.

Now a few random blue pics...

Poster person on 22nd Street

an egg plant on white paper that managed to seem blue by contrast

and some berries that are more blackish than blue-ish but I rather like them.

On a quite different note, my friend Frances' etsy shop FoakleyArts is up and running. She is the most astounding knitter and her hats and scarves are works of art in themselves -quite breathtaking in their complexity.

Pool/Sky/Float

This morning the sun shines on the pool.



Reflecting the tall oak trees which surround it.



This particular float is very comfortable.
The dog jumps off the side of the pool and uses it as his boat.
I lie on it and look at the clouds.



Yesterday evening this cloud, catching the evening light, was astounding.
Such movement bubbling and boiling inside it.

Amazing Skies All Over the Place

I think we are back to "A" in Mrs.Nesbitt's ABC Wednesday. I hope we are. If we are not, then these "AMAZING" clouds will just have to float into the blogosphere under their own steam...........
When you live in a house with no windows (the medina of Marrakech) and your courtyard is open to the sky, you spend a lot of time looking upwards.



When you stand on the roof you notice first the clouds and then the huge numbers of ariels which are not pretty.
Studying the sky is a useful and peaceful occupation.



Another shot from the courtyard looking up.



This is from the day in December when the bus had a little accident (no one hurt!) between Marrakech and Essouira, looking out across the stony desert.



Six o'clock in the morning on Christmas Eve looking East from the battlements of Essouira.



Back to recent New York. Last Saturday looking across the Hudson River at New York from New Jersey, just when the bus had emerged from the tunnel.



Last of all Sunday afternoon from the Red and Tan bus -about to descend into the tunnel.

Wednesday at Robert Moses

For some reason we seem to end up at the beach on a Wednesday.
I always take pictures of the water and the dunes.



But really one week looks remarkably like another and has done for the thirty years I've been coming here.
This is good.



I don't think anyone can ever tire of wind and water, but readers of the blog might find it a bit dull.
Wish you were here!

Metropolitan Abstract and Some People

I spent quite a long time waiting around here the other day. But, if you have to hang about, this is a pretty good place to do it.
You can watch the world go by.



Even without art, the building itself is wonderful and monumental.


It invites shutterbugs to go ahead and try out artsy angles for photos.



The museum is so huge that one can get mental indigestion. So you can't do too much on a single day.
We went to the Courbet and the Jasper Johns - a good contrast.



We ate lunch in the cafeteria in the basement which is OK or even quite good as mass catering but not to be recommended as an aesthetic experience. (See Neue Galerie)



It is worth looking upwards and downwards as well as straight ahead.



Is one morally improved by drinking in art and beauty?
Or is it just pure pleasure?



I just enjoy looking at things - both man made and natural.
What do you enjoy looking at most in Manhattan?