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.

Bridges, a Tunnel and Storage

One of the dreary sides of modern life is the accumulation of stuff.
By stuff I mean books and linens and photographs and notebooks and sketches.
Where to put it? In storage of course.
Our storage locker was on Long Island and when we went to collect it we had to leave Manhattan.



The Midtown tunnel is exciting - rather like a very very long men's room - all that white tile........



Where to take all the stuff when we had emptied the locker? Rockland County which meant crossing the Throgs Neck Bridge and then the Tappan Zee Bridge...........which gave us an amazing view over the Hudson River. In Rockland County we loaded up with more, different junk, which we had stored at our son's house.



On the way back to Manhattan we crossed the George Washington Bridge with its bold architecture.



The apartment is now full of bicycles and boxes and once familiar objects, now new again.
I rather wish that things were like food and got really moldy and had to be thrown away - instead of mildly smelly.
But how can one possibly dispose of one's childrens' art work?
One's great grandparents' editions of Dickens?
It's very hard trying to become a minimalist.