An artist who had certainly known the feeling of being on top died yesterday. RIP: Gabriel García Márquez
“In the parlor was a huge camera on wheels like the ones used in public parks, and the backdrop of a marine twilight, painted with homemade paints, and the walls papered with pictures of children at memorable moments: the first Communion, the bunny costume, the happy birthday. Year after year, during contemplative pauses on afternoons of chess, Dr. Urbino had seen the gradual covering over of the walls, and he had often thought with a shudder of sorrow that in the gallery of casual portraits lay the germ of the future of the city, governed and corrupted by those unknown children, where note even the ashes of his glory would remain.”
Gabriel García Márquez – Love In The Time of Cholera
The photo challenge this week is On Top.
I will start with three views.
On Top of The Empire State Building overlooking The Hudson
What’s actually on top of the Empire State Building
More top notch answers:
I had hoped to bring you some great photos of last nights moon but I can’t seem to type on my computer. So, smartphone blog, here we go. No wonder people think I am on this all the time.
Dogs over bonfire on beach
Pizza on the grill.
“The first question I ask myself when something doesn’t seem to be beautiful is why do I think it’s not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.”
Following up on my attempting to not just look but to see, I walked in some familiar places in town yesterday. (Today I walked the stretch of the Hudson I have been on more than any other, details tomorrow.) This is what I found.
I went up to Newton MA for Thanksgiving at my parent’s home. Katherine and I took over as much of the event as possible (23 for dinner). The day after I headed into downtown Boston to see my old stomping grounds. Parts were completely unrecognizable due to gentrification and urban renewal. Parts were just the same. As a whole the city seems to be doing well. Walk with me.
This community garden was started in 1974 by five Chinese immigrant women – legal, illegal, who knows and at this point nobody cares. – The city had ripped down the tenements on this block but then the developers money fell through and they took it over and started gardening. It has grown and grown and now has , at a guess, 150 individual plots being tended by people in the neighborhood.
Without a crane it was impossible to get a good shot of the garden and its size.
This gentleman sings for peace and dollars at the entrance to the Public Garden.
Our friends Roy and Anne are hosting an exchange student from Spain who loves Chinese food. We went on a Chinatown food walk with them today that ended up at a lovely little place called Food Sing 88 at 2 East Broadway. If you are in NYC and want some great fresh pulled noodle soups, this is a place to check out.
When we were done we took a leisurely stroll through Chinatown stopping to observe the store windows and for some of our party to get bubble tea and ice cream. My favorite store window was Mark’s Liquors…Unfortunately for some reason I did not bring my camera but iPhone 4 to the rescue again!
Then we walked across town through Soho to the subway. This is when I really missed my camera but I think you can get some idea of the sky…