The refurbishment of the art gallery I pass every morning continues.
An art work in itself...
Such interplay of light and line. Years ago I used to write art criticism for Newsday. What bliss it is to look at stuff nowadays and not have to think of anything to say about it!
A young man studies the menu at Excellent Dumpling on Lafyette Street. Hint: all delicious.
A very busy place.
I long to know what these women were talking about.
Well, yes, (Edith!) I do occasionally make brief forays outside Chelsea. Last week I managed to get as far as the Flatiron district.
I walked past Eisenberg's Sandwich Shop on 5th Avenue...
I looked at uber-cool shoes in Kate Spade's...
...then noticed that people having fun in Union Square wear flats.
On 5th Avenue there are only buildings....
In Union Square blossoms and trees.
Overcast, raw and dreary out. The subway riders adhere to some unspoken rule: blue jeans, black coat and sneakers only.
On the platform it's yellow day. The grasshopper is going to do something useful to the C line. Well, one hopes so.....
The dumplings at Excellent Dumpling matched their adjective...
and this morning the poster people had all but vanished....
The reflection of St. Columba's church looks somewhat like a butterfly.
I'm really not interested in cars except when they make nice abstracy shapes.
That aside, I was trilled yesterday when I saw my first snowdrops, which are awfully stale news to people who live in England and have a nice long, slow spring and crocuses and daffodils and things like that. The rose is budding....
The seasons change and Berch has painted the Moonstruck diner window to suit. Blogland, like kindergarten and nursing homes, always celebrates the things that people who are busy with real jobs don't have time for....
The apartment is swilling with things lying open that I'm in the middle of reading which include, in no particular order:
last week's New Yorker
the week before that's New Yorker
Yesterday's Sunday Times Book review
Robert Musil's The Man Without Qualities
The Persephone catalogue
Travel and Leisure Magazine
Better Homes and Gardens ( colloquially"Better Homes than Yours" )
I think I enjoyed books more when we lived in a country where it was very hard to get books in English and each one, however trashy, was treasured and savored.
The Empire Diner on a nice bright morning. So many reflections...
...in windows and car windows.
This van was about as ugly as anything can get...... so very ugly it was almost fascinating.
Things stuck onto a metal post. Well...
A breakfast at the Neue Galerie last week.
The texture of bread: a feast in itself.
A counter stool in Huntington, Long Island. How white things and metal contrast well with food.
A rather humble breakfast at home.
This delightful little pewter creamer courtesy of Willow Manor. To be used as a prompt for short fiction. Herewith and very short indeed:
It was the jug Sophia wanted most: the wreath of laurels, the look, almost, of an upturned helmet. How elegant it would make her table!
She knew, of course, that Annabel would have it.
"Gosh, Soph, why don't you take the candlestick? Grandma promised me the jug."
"She did? When? She never told me."
"Well, she did." Annabel put the little pitcher in a box with all the other exquisite little things, sealed the box with tape, and waved goodbye to her sister.
A convenience store in Queens is chockabloc with everything one can imagine. Phone cards are available for everywhere on the face of the globe. We have come for Thai food. Having eaten green curry, it was time for dessert.
Here is the dessert menu which we read with rapt attention, deciding, after much deliberation, on selection #4 the very apotheosis of possibility. (See below).
Yum. Anyway, yesterday morning I was on the way to the dog run when I came upon
someone's art project....
and a blue bag full of trash.
Yesterday it was mild enough to go for a walk and to tentatively think of spring.
This morning it snowed. And such a pretty snow -- light and fluffy, coating everything so delicately.
It covered the delivery people's bicycles outside the diner whose windows are already decorated for Valentine's day.
It covered the sidewalks
where a man pushed a stroller
and a woman walked back from the park with her dog.
The Typepad homepage says post what interests you. What interests me is probably beyond dull to most people. Herewith a yellow cloth hanging from under the High Line. Does it signify anything? It is eye candy of a sort -- like William Carlos Williams' enigmatic red wheelbarrow.
For an interesting post about what makes a good blog, visit Sarah Laurence.
Such an avalanche of yellow lately and patterns that repeat themselves.
This is an example of something that doesn't interest me in the least -- except to look at. They are doing complicated things to the traffic lights with cables and wires. I have absolutely zero interest in knowing how these work-- but how awful it would be if they didn't work and all these systems fell apart. (See Haiti) So I look at all this and feel guilty. Bee had an excellent recent post about being a Luddite and slow to learn tecchie stuff. Anyway...
This man was washing the windows of Dallas Barbecue. I'm sure he didn't have the least idea that his sweater echoes the color of the chairs inside.
For lots of other Shadowshots go here
Eisenberg's "... raising New York's cholesterol since 1929".
On the corner of 5th Avenue and 23rd Street.
Salami, pastrami, bologna, ham, tongue, bacon....
What a whirl of activity. I spy pastrami sandwiches and Sun Maid Raisins and lots of bread rolls.
And Coke and ketchup and brown bags to go and pictures of maybe celebrities and a very long counter.
And then there are all the machines, the blender, the toaster, the sandwich press. It's Thursday and today's special is the meatloaf platter. I have a grilled cheese and bacon.
The chocolate cake looks stickily delicious.
The fries certainly were.
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