I have frayed and am fraying in many ways this week. This time a more gentle fraying.
This weeks photo challenge is Big
Being from NYC I wanted to avoid buildings…
After several days of unseasonably cold weather, today was simply Autumn. 70, wind, partially sunny, what else can you say. I walked through Riverside Park for several hours, spent time at the river which was abuzz with people: sailors, kayakers, runners, joggers, strollers, walkers, bikers, bladers, sitters, and sleepers. You will have to take my word for that since there will be no pictures of that scene today…
Let’s take a look at the park.
The Quotidian Hudson sees no way not to re-blog this truly wonderful piece about a very special place on the river…
Vlad, Johna – thank you.
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.
Nature XXVII, Autumn.
I went to Brooklyn for a meeting yesterday and took a little photo walk around BAM.
You can feel it. 75 degrees in late September just feels other than 75 degrees in May and certainly has no resemblance to 75 degrees in July. People usually say they can feel it in the air but I think it is the light that makes the change. Your eyes show the brain what is happening, the brain tells the nose to check it out and suddenly realizes that things smell a new way, and then the message reaches skin and voila, the air feels other than it has been.
But I say it is the light that is the primal response…
“A moral character is attached to autumnal scenes; the leaves falling like our years, the flowers fading like our hours, the clouds fleeting like our illusions, the light diminishing like our intelligence, the sun growing colder like our affections, the rivers becoming frozen like our lives–all bear secret relations to our destinies.”
― François-René de Chateaubriand, Memoires D’outre Tombe
Second pass at “White”.Ailsa’s new travel theme.
“The summer ended. Day by day, and taking its time, the summer ended. The noises in the street began to change, diminish, voices became fewer, the music sparse. Daily, blocks and blocks of children were spirited away. Grownups retreated from the streets, into the houses. Adolescents moved from the sidewalk to the stoop to the hallway to the stairs, and rooftops were abandoned. Such trees as there were allowed their leaves to fall – they fell unnoticed – seeming to promise, not without bitterness, to endure another year. At night, from a distance, the parks and playgrounds seemed inhabited by fireflies, and the night came sooner, inched in closer, fell with a greater weight. The sound of the alarm clock conquered the sound of the tambourine, the houses put on their winter faces. The houses stared down a bitter landscape, seeming, not without bitterness, to have resolved to endure another year.”
I know officially we have a few days to go but t’is not true. Fall is here…
We went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art this afternoon just because. I did want to see “Naked before the Camera” which closed today but really Katherine and I had not been there in some time and walking home across Central Park was going to be beautiful in an early Autumn sort of way (and it was). Of course, The Met is great for people watching as well as art…It does not allow any flash photography and many of the rooms are dark so you have to shoot at a really high ISO and pretty low-speed, but I like that effect sometimes…
This young woman asked me to take her picture with her camera. Then I asked if I could take her picture with mine…
Then it was time to hit the park.
Just a beautiful day in the ‘hood.
Took a lovely drive up to Cold Spring, NY today – well lovely except for the hour long backup leading to the rotary before the Bear Mountain Bridge…there was an Oktoberfest Event and RT 9W southbound was shutdown…very intelligent planning. The village of Cold Spring, NY is a small town with lots of antique and craft shops, lots of bars and lots of motorcycles. It is across the river from West Point, just north of Boscobel and Manitoga. At the end of Main Street you walk under the train tracks and come up on the Marina and a nice little riverside park.
For those of you who are foliage people, the leaves have just begun to change here.