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Tag Archives: NYC
as promised from my earlier post…
This is probably one of the most beautiful scenes I’ve ever encountered. It was like being bathed in bridal bouquets…an experience that will be remembered for a lifetime.
Heading to the subway for a trip to the Brooklyn flea market, this little cutie came bouncing across Broadway with the biggest smile that made a great start to my day! Couldn’t understand a word he said…but he was thrilled to have his picture taken. Now is he adorable or what?
This sign on the L train heading to Brooklyn was the second greatest start of my day! Now isn’t there so much truth in this statement!
Now the Brooklyn Flea. Oh my…so much to share with you! Prior to going, I’d read that The New York Times called the Flea “One of the great urban experiences in New York!” So true!
Oh how I love flea markets and this one tops the list for me. So much artistic local talent amongst so many vintage collectables brought in by hundreds of local and regional vendors overlooking the East river with views of Manhattan.
See these little Macanudo boxes? The perfect size for holding polaroids!
Could it get any more perfect? Yes, the food quality from these vendors will blow your mind. The bao from Big BAO will just melt in your mouth – no chewing needed! (I even dreamed about them last night.) The pork sandwich from Porchetta will awaken the taste buds with their seasonings of aromatic herbs, spices, garlic, sage, rosemary and wild fennel pollen. And then to end the visit with some tastes from the baked goodies from Smore Bakery. It doesn’t get any better!
But wait! There’s more! Just up the street from the flea market is Artists & Fleas. Next trip I’ll spend more time there and post about it in the future. OMG. There is no doubt that my future Sundays will now be filled with excursions to Williamsburg in Brooklyn! Oh how I love the vibe in this neighborhood!
(Bella’s 52 photos project has started a new year and this week the prompt was conversation. I’d have to say my little smiling friend at the top of my post was my favorite for this topic!)
Regardless of how many times friends arrive in my city and no matter how many times I see the same sites…I’ll never tire as things in this city constantly change. A friend of mine from Delhi, India was visiting New York City for his very first time. Even though we only had a few hours together…well…much was seen and experienced. (And he’s a photographer too!)
Since it was such a warm spring afternoon, the High Line was on my list for him to see. An atmosphere where you can talk, walk and absorb the city views, the spring blooms, and lots of public art work. So we’ll start with Blue Falling by New York based artist Ryan McGinley. I’d read the write-up in the New York Times and was eager to see what was termed “figurative and abstract” by the writer. McGinley’s dream-like photo certainly leaves you with various impressions. Imagine at the age of 23 having a solo show at the Whitney Museum of American Art. Now the whole world sees his art on this billboard. Amazing! (Check out his photography here. Love, Love, Love his work.) As the evening continued on it was fun to watch the light casting some cool shadows on Blue Falling. Wonder what treat is in store for us on the next billboard coming up in May?
Between West 21st and West 22nd Streets is an incredible wall sculpture made of pressed tin and mirrors, titled Broken Bridge II, by artist El Anatsui. Anatsui is a Nigeria-based artist whose work typically involves metallic bottle caps from discarded Nigerian liquor bottles and woven together with copper wire. But more recently he has turned to installation art and from what I read he wanted to reflect the fabric of the city and the High Line’s landscape as it changes throughout the seasons. This is a massive piece at 37 feet high and 157 feet wide. So fun to play with the reflections of the surrounding buildings. Once again…wonder what will replace this sculpture at the end of this summer!
At another section of the High Line (around West 29th Street) a new mural was being painted on behalf of the Metropolitan Museum as part of their “One Met, Many World’s” campaign. It was fascinating to watch the painters at work. One second looking at the photograph of what they’re painting and the next blending the colors just right, all why tethered as they painted this five story tall mural.
Of course taking my friend to Grand Central Station and Rockefeller Center was on the list too. Perfect by night, a palette of color floating on top of a water fountain on Fifth Avenue was begging to be photographed. (As well as the lights on the trees in the Rockefeller Plaza area.)
Now this is what comes to mind when I think of Gotham!
So that was my evening in New York City! It was amazing to also see the amount of police presence in the city as a result of the recent events in Boston. A big thank you to our NYPD for keeping an eye on things!
Walking home on this overcast day, I stopped in the gallery 25CPW. I love this little gallery at 62nd Street and Central Park West and was eager to view the exhibit, Places, by photographer Max Berger. Berger practices law and is the founding member of a legal firm here in New York City. He travels extensively with his wife and shoots the sights, from Yellowstone to Bhutan with his Nikon. But his series from Cabo were my favorite. Titled Watercolors, the six captures were mesmorizing…a spontaneous moment at a wedding reception when many jumped into the swimming pool as the night wore on…like impressionistic paintings of swimmers, water and light.
All the proceeds from the show will be donated to causes close to his heart; City Year New York and inMotion. City Year unites young volunteers for a demanding year of full-time community service, leadership development, and civic engagement in underserved schools and communities in NYC. inMotion confronts the challenging needs of families in crisis by providing free legal services to low-income and abused women in the city, who are otherwise unable to secure legal representation.
Viewing an exhibit like this and learning about the photographer gives me such inspiration. According to William Meyers (writes regularly on photography in the Wall Street Journal)…”Berger is free from editorial directives and deadlines. He has the luxury to photograph what he wants, where he wants and when he wants. If there is any criterion, it is the pleasure his work gives him and the people he chooses to share it with.” Isn’t it great to be an amateur photographer!
Bravo! One day I want to have a show and give all proceeds to Alzheimer’s. One day!
Today was to be a travel day…from the farm to my NYC…but mother nature had other plans…like a morning walk in the woods with a blanket of white everywhere! Totally worth the delay. I love walking the path down the driveway…on my way to listen to the silence of the woods.
Upon arrival…taking the time to look up to catch the sway of the trees…
…and a touch of blue appearing out of nowhere…
…and stopping to listen to the occasional cardinal singing with so much purpose…
There’s not enough money in the world that will pay for this kind of therapy!
So let’s try this again…
!!Heading home tomorrow to my city, NYC!!
When Buddha was on his death bed he noticed his young disciple Anan was weeping.
‘Why are you weeping, Anan?’ he asked.
‘Because the light of the world is about to be extinguished and we will be in darkness.’
The Buddha summoned up all his remaining energy and spoke what were to be his final words on earth:
‘Anan, Anan, be a light unto yourself.’
Ahhhhhh…the beginning of a new year…thoughts of resolutions…intentions…goals…one word mantras.
Over the years I’ve made so many resolutions. I think the only one I can remember really keeping is to stop smoking. I actually did that one about 25 years ago. (And to quote Joe Biden…“This was a big f…. deal!“) Last year I moved from resolutions (because for me they always faded away by February) and embraced “intentions.” It was more along the lines of how I wanted to approach the new year and it was mainly about my photography. (If you’re bored with nothing better to do, you can read about it here.) And looking back over 2012 I actually did a pretty good job with my intentions. Even towards the end of 2012 when a request was made to add to a list of New Year’s intentions for my Vision and Verb group, I submitted the word “share.” Actually that’s been “my” word for a long time…just sharing!…and as it relates to my photography I do want to share it more and yes there are ideas in 2013 around those thoughts.
BUT, after spending some contemplative time during the last week and reflecting on the latest events of murders and devastation, thoughts returned from a discussion at the last weekly Dharma gathering at the Shambhala Meditation Center in NYC. I wrote down the words “be a light unto yourself.” Funny how those words reminded me of the song I learned as a child in bible school. “This little light of mine, I’m going to let it shine.” Who knew fifty some plus years later this little girl would be studying Buddhism and still contemplating “light.”
It is really all the same though, isn’t it? We all have a light inside us, don’t you think? But how often do we pay attention to our light and listen to our own inner voice? How often do we share our light with others? How often do we speak from the heart? If we find the light within ourselves, won’t we light the path for others?
To be honest I’m not sure where all of this is going…but I do think there’s a message here and one that has lots of merit for 2013 regardless of what you want to call it.
Once upon a time there was a little girl who loved Christmas. Her parents emphasized the birth of Christ (as good Christian parents should) as well as weaving in Santa Claus, the Christmas tree and jingle bells. Family meals…church plays and nativity scenes…stove popped popcorn for decorating the tree…baked cookies for Santa’s arrival…Christmas day afternoon at her grandparents’ house (after church of course)…she adored it all. Years went by…she had a home of her own…and slowly the desire to decorate and partake in Christmas began to disappear. You see, so much commercialism had taken over and it all seemed such a chore. And without children around, well… she pretty much lost her Christmas spirit.
But there was New Years! Being a southern girl her mom would often cook black-eyed peas on New Year’s Day in hopes to bring luck and prosperity throughout the year ahead. Then as she grew up there were dinner parties…New Year’s eve overlooking Times Square or at the top of the north tower of the World Trade Center…ringing in the new year in far away places. All with the intent of out with the old and in with the new. A time for change, a time for self-fulfillment. Resolutions made, but rarely kept which soon turned into a time for disappointment. The spirit for even promised changes had disappeared as well. (Now don’t get her wrong. She absolutely loves a good party, regardless of the reason, so that never stopped her from enjoying the beginning of a new year!)
And again this year, no decorations and not much of a Christmas spirit, even though she does plan to spend New Years with friends. (Yeah!) But something changed and she’s blaming it all on Paul Winter. Huh? You see she attended Paul Winter’s winter solstice celebration of music, dance and the return of the sun at the Cathedral of St. John Divine in NYC. A sense of renewal, a rebirth of sorts…of hope and goodwill…a different kind of spirit – the light – had returned to her that night.
The concert began with Paul Winter playing his soprano saxophone stationed in a nook high in the back of the cathedral. The sound carrying across the vastness of the interior of the largest cathedral in the world was eerie, yet evocative. This was only a beginning of a three hour amazing, bone chilling performance. The recorded wolf and whale cries incorporated into Mr. Winter’s pieces sent chills throughout her body. Dramatic musical elements filled the vastness of the cathedral as Mr. Winter took her on a symbolic journey through the longest night of the year. A spiral tree filled with bells, gongs, and chimes appeared, intended to symbolize diversity. The Forces of Nature performed with vigor and emotion. A giant Earth made its way through the aisles, rising above while the musicians lead the audience in a round of wolf howls. Yes, she howled like a wolf! Tears poured down her face. At the end that lost spirit had been found and she left yearning to learn more about the history and symbolism of the winter solstice.
The arrival of winter solstice, the shortest day and the longest night of the year. In the old days as winter approached, people watched the sun sink lower in the sky each day and would fear it would disappear completely and darkness would prevail. To entice the sun’s return, certain rituals were performed…bonfires were built and candles would burn in hopes to ward off the spirits of the dark. Today, winter solstice is a celebration of nature, light and giving. That’s why she’s chosen the word share as her intention for the new beginning….to spread the love, to share her divine light, to practice loving kindness, to lend a helping hand, to share her gifts. And you better believe she’ll be celebrating winter solstice for many years to come.