Continuing with my “real New York” idea, I will be giving you a bit of today’s life on the greenway in Manhattan that runs along the Hudson.
When I got home from work today, I was cranky and exhausted…too many days in a row getting up at 4/5 AM and driving way too far (not whining – I love the life I have chosen here at the beginning of my last third but tired is as tired is) and needed to get some images to clients. After handling that I sat back and said: “I need the river. I miss the river. I don’t go there as often as I should. Go, you idiot!”
So I headed into Riverside Park and then down to the 79th Street Boat Basin. Got there, turned around walked back up the river to my home, about 4 miles in all. I feel so much better. I know the river is my anti-anxiety place, my mood elevator place, as Castaneda would have said…it is my “power place”, but for some reason I have been neglecting it and thus neglecting myself…
A few images from my walk. I hope you enjoy them.
I’ve not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work – Thomas Edison
I have been playing around with Photoshop a lot recently and had several ideas in mind for a composite image to post today. I spent several hours working on it. I wasn’t satisfied but figured I had three hours before I had to post so…no problem.
Unfortunately, a computer crisis arose and I had to exit quickly. As happens to the best of us, I hit the wrong key on my way out and “evanesco!” – POOF the photograph and the work vanished. So, tonight has been like a dream for me. Here and then gone.
Somewhat like the experience this gentleman had a few days ago. I spoke with him around Noon, he was waiting for a friend to arrive and then they were off to have a good time in the city… and when I came back around the park…
“New York is strange in the summer. Life goes on as usual but it’s not, it’s like everyone is just pretending, as if everyone has been cast as the star in a movie about their life, so they’re one step removed from it. And then in September it all gets normal again.”
“The afternoon is bright,
with spring in the air,
a mild March afternoon,
with the breath of April stirring,
I am alone in the quiet patio
looking for some old untried illusion –
some shadow on the whiteness of the wall
some memory asleep
on the stone rim of the fountain,
perhaps in the air
the light swish of some trailing gown.”
– Antonio Machado