I had been busy in my own space, until 10:30 this am, when, not wanting to be late for an appointment, I came out the door and  jumped into the first cab that stopped.  I gave the address: 35th and Madison where I needed to be. ‘You can’t go there,’ said the cabby. Imagine my …

Metro Art -3

These are fantastic, right? Below, the artist at work.  A German citizen who visited New York and first made one on a whim.  Now working here, everyone she knows collects used cards for her.  She is having an art show of these images.

Ironwork

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.

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.