The World Examining Works

New and Old

 

 

A new development, using traditional design on the road between Marrakesh and Essouira at the seaside.

Lots of Moroccan flags.

 As a contrast.......

A humble, patient donkey.

Happy weekend.

 

 

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A Stormy Afternoon

 

Wednesday was incredibly stormy and wild.

It was almost dark by four o'clock when I took the train to New York from Pearl River for the first time.

I don't know whether this water is a lake or some river I have never heard of...

These pictures are astoundingly pink when the day was mostly gray with light fighting to break through the clouds.

 

Something haunting about bare branches......

and the mysterious water.

 

Just for fun, I have decided to post my little children's story Jane in Winter

a chapter a day here

The first chapter appears today Friday December 3rd.

 

 

 

Get on the Bus, and a Space Alien

 

The bus, on the whole, is not a stunning photo op.

I always carry a book, but reading on the bus is les satisfactory than reading on a train. Not to mention the cell phone conversations one would miss........like the girl who left her credit card in a bar...........

Anyway, here we are speeding through New Jersey......

.....heading for Manhattan as night falls.

The whole sky catches on fire.

We do not notice the flying saucer until we get home......

Boats

The John J. Harvey, a rust-bucket of a fireboat,

had lots of people drinking pretty cheerfully on it.

A very gray evening on the Hudson with the requisite seagull.

Then the little boat set sail.   

Watery

The bike path down the Hudson provides views of plenty of water; here it churns merrily from the exhausts of the ferries.

Here a ferry arrives from New Jersey. 

There is a sailing school by the Trade Center and fancy boats in the boat basin .........

...all overshadowed by very tall buildings......

Here is the perfect little show house that they have built there --all pre-fab and recycled and eco friendly and green  and totally charming. I was not allowed to take photos inside because it is being featured in the November issue of Country Homes. 

Flowers indoors and Looking at Boats

On Long Island, Lori at Jarvis House overwinters her plants on an upstairs landing. Note the clivia with huge round berries, the pale impatiens and the fern-like wild geranium.

On the corner of 9th Avenue and 22nd Street, a Christmas cactus and some other unidentifiable-by-me plant survive fumes from the washing and dry-cleaning machines.

This morning it was warm enough to walk by the Hudson and look at the boats.

The Manhattan is rather an old friendly looking boat.

 

 New Jersey is in the distance.

Thought for the day --for literary types only: I wonder how many words there are in most sentences?

The book I'm delighting in* but ploughing through exceedingly slowly often has alarmingly long ones. On the page I'm on, one sentence is 52 words and another 68. I'll admit some are shorter. The trouble with long sentences is that no sooner do you get to the end of one you have to go back and see how it started. I do not think Dan Brown writes like this.

*Robert Musil The Man Without Qualities

 

New Jersey

I rather liked this photo I took from the bus the other day until Robert said, "It looks like a Hallmark card and should say Sorry for your Loss",  and Deniz said, "Isn't that where they dump the bodies in The Sopranos?" 

Oh, well....