Tuesday, January 27, 2009

I have been wandering around with the digital camera just snapping pictures of things that catch my eye.

This graffiti truck in Chinatown really seemed to go with the building behind it.

The streets still have a coating of salt and little bits of ice. The morning light makes everything shimmer. I keep trying to capture this with no success. It gets close here, but not quite there.

I discovered that the puddle building at Astor Place makes really nice light. (The building has a more dignified name like Art of Living, but it looks like a puddle projected upward into a third dimension.

The light that day was almost granular, as if I were seeing everything through ground glass.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Yes We Can

Time Square, January 20, 2009 just after 12 noon.

The young son during the historic moment.

During Barack Obama's speech, Time Square was quiet as people strained to listen. It was so strange to be surrounded by so many silent people in a place that is usually so noisy. Even the cars seemed to murmur. It was one of those extraordinary moments.

Monday, January 19, 2009

It was so cold last week that it was hard to stay outside long enough to take pictures.

The streets were limed with ice and crusted with salt. My toes hurt from the cold.

When it is so cold the city feels like a desert, the air is so dry, salt dust drifts in the wind. And then, when it seemed that there would never be warmth again, the weather broke. It warmed up a little and snowed.
It wasn't a big storm that would excite the snowplows, just a light decorative dusting.

Soho really seems to show off winter the best, especially the snow.

The string of diamonds are icicles.

This seems like such a postcard of a picture, but I could not resist. It makes me feel nostalgic even though I have never really frequented Fanelli. The snow was so comforting after the cold desert days. It muffled the sounds and made everything pretty.

Then across Houston Street, I found one of those clothing enigmas.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

So Blue

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

The Twelfth Day of Christmas

New Yorkers are not a sentimental bunch and most of us dismantle the holiday tree before the Feast of the Epiphany. Ever practical, the City of New York collects all the discarded trees and turns them into mulch for the parks.

In the early days of January, the streets are lined with trees awaiting the next step in the circle of life.

The trees from the Soho lofts are large. Grouped in a tangled forest...

they offer an unusual perspective of the city.

I love how this tree seems to have bled its needles onto the street.

I am not sure if this tree in the middle of Houston street will be collected. Maybe it will just mulch quietly by itself for a few months, leaving behind its trunk and some sparsely needled branches.

Sorry for the excessively scrolling entry. I can't get the html to work and display the pictures in a row. I hope to solve the problem soon.