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Unusually for an evening I had the apartment to myself. Before turning on the TV and reveling in my choices, I turned on the music and reveled in my choices while canning the first Kathy Gunst Roast Tomatoes of the season. Long time readers of the Quotidian Hudson know that this is something I do every year around now. I love her recipe for Roasting Tomatoes and love to can them to have when February through July rolls around.
I have been doing this long enough that I have made some adaptations to the recipe but this link is to the original recipe I used. (If anyone had any fantasy that I regard myself as a cook, this should dispel that idea. What cook doesn’t put their adaptations front and center? Nope, I am a technician with a palate).
A bit of the musical accompaniment.
All day presidents
look out windows
All night sentries
watch the moonglow
All are waiting till
the time is right
Son, don’t be home too late
Try to get back by eight
Son, don’t wait
till the break of day
‘Cause you know
how time fades away.
Time fades away
You know how time fades away.
However, this was the picture I had in mind. It took me a long time to find it. I went through 7 years of photo albums before I came upon it and it was somewhat of an emotional ride. I was flipping through the albums quickly and it was unsettling seeing those who have died, the couples that are no more, the friends who have drifted away or are not friends any longer, the babies who are now in college, places that used to hold great meaning for me that I simply do not go to anymore.
On a deeper level still, remembering the dreams of those times, some reached, some not, some abandoned, some still being pursued.
It isn’t that I don’t look through these albums because I do, but not usually in this concentrated a way and with this much intention. I find that I am curiously unsettled by it.
I took this picture somewhere near Phoenicia, New York. Katherine and I used to rent a cottage on the edge of the National Forest Preserve from April until October. We had a garden (very exciting for people from NYC) and a creek ran just below us. It feed into the Esopus Creek which is a tributary of the Hudson River. Woods were all around us. About every other week we would have friends up. It was truly a great time in our lives.
This is our friend David, just hanging out…
Columbus Avenue that is. I needed to pick up some paperwork and as the location was only 2 miles away and it had stopped raining, was almost 60 degrees (Happy May) and was lunch hour, I decided to walk. Rather than taking the fast route down Broadway I walked over to Columbus Avenue and went that way. Lots of great pictures between 110th and 100th Street, very little after that.
This gentleman greeted me as I walked by a bar near 106th Street
As I got to 103rd Street I received a hard to resist opportunity…
If you read the small print under the five hair pictures on the door you will see that they now provide Malaysian and Brazilian hair.
On 86th Street the bane of Manhattan car owners.
I decided to walk back uptown on Amsterdam Avenue.
Since I publish this on May 4th, today is the anniversary of one of the truly disgraceful incidents in my government’s behavior in my lifetime. Part 2 is on May 15th.
Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We’re finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.
There you stood
on the edge of your feather,
Expecting to fly
I went out today just to shoot a few Sunday shots and have a typical No Drama Sunday. But the world had other plans for me. The day was filled with drama and with beings reaching, each in their own way, for the heights. Some achieved them and some did not.
After I finished communing with the squirrel (as you can see above we did not part on the best of terms. I think he blamed me for causing him to drop his peanut.) I continued to stroll. A few blocks ahead I saw people looking at the road and what seemed to be a car crash but they were not behaving normally. Usually you see looks of concern and people on their cell phones calling 911, but these folks were shaking their heads, pointing and some were blatantly laughing.
After spending some time chatting with other observers, the cops finally showed up. They had a lot of trouble keeping straight faces. I decided to head home. Just north of our building I came across yet more aerial activity…
Abigail was helping me select shots this morning as she always does. When we got to this sequence she stopped and said “I know these kids. They’re triplets. They’re Lilah’s friends.”
Now let’s get in the Way Back Machine and head off to 3/4/11…
I love synchronicity…
*aka Rocky from The Rocky and Bullwinkle Show
I have been playing with the crop on this image all morning. Can’t tell you why but this is the one that most appealed…
“Like a smoke ring day when the wind blows” – Neil Young
There you stood
on the edge of your feather,
Expecting to fly.
This little guy gave it his best shot but…I don’t know if the problem was physical, emotional, or intellectual but he just could not make it happen. I think, maybe, that there’s a metaphor in here someplace.
Walking to the subway from work…realizing that I will not get to the river again today. Cross 6th Ave. and head towards 7th. Got the “Genius” Americana mix coming through the headphones. Neko Case ends and the live version of Neil Young‘s “Down By The River” comes on. (You really can’t make this stuff up). Look up from tourist dodging and try to decide if I possibly have time to get down to the river.
Realize the river has come to me but am not happy with the angle. Startle the tourists by walking into the middle of 31st Street to get a better angle and staying there until the light turns. Just before it turns and the cabs start honking at me…
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