Dawned on me one day, as I hurried by, that I too often ignore the lovely ironwork that graces the stairs up and to the basement levels of the brownstones – townhouses – in the village.
Monthly Archives: August 2012
Think About It.
I noticed her sandals were too long because we were walking side by side over the subway platform. I took a closer look at the rest of her clothes. It made me realize that when one is buying second hand, one doesn’t always get what fits, but what makes do.
The Best Gift
When visiting friends in their country houses – that means a home outside with a garden in a place that is not Manhattan- the best gift upon leaving is a bouquet of flowers cut from the garden. Nothing compares to a random sampling of non-florist flowers in a vase on a table in the city. …
Smoke
At first glance it was just a late 20’s young woman on a skate board, followed by the same age male, gliding down a small village street on a weekend afternoon. Taking a second look, I saw the lighted cigarette in her mouth. For me, completely incongruent!
Totally Trustworthy
Apparently in the next door apartment building, someone moved out on Monday. Tuesday these boxes on dollies were left behind. On Thursday, my astute neighbor reported their existence to the building super… as left behind by the moving company. Two things: 1. how does one feel about the moving company leaving these behind!! 2. The …
Watering
This action caught me by surprise, but it makes sense. This truck of water is spraying the small garden that is public, but not accessible to foot traffic. His aim was accurate and in the blistering heat it was just what was needed.
A Home
His belongings have been in residence here for neigh on a month; in this time it has grown in length. The sleeping area is behind the barricade. The 7-11 in front of which it is built, as you can see is empty.
The Sheer Beauty
No words needed.
City Haul
Why has no company named their waste-carting service this.
Trained
This pigeon, until someone catches him and tosses him back on the street, is walking the great expanses of Penn Station. He swaggers amongst the passengers who are seated in the waiting area. He doesn’t fly away or beg, he just makes his presence felt. And he was at work early, this was 6 am.