My sister and I had a good trip to MOMA, seeing the photographs and then a walk through to see Starry Night and some familiar favorites. We walked up Fifth Avenue and I spoke with the flag vendor near the Plaza Hotel and he liked the sock monkey on my lens.
Mary took me to see the snow leopard and their baby snow leopard at the Central Park Zoo. The fuzzy black feathered penguin who would drown if he fell in the water until his other feathers grow in.
We could hear marching band drums and Mary knew it was the parade. The Greek Independence Day Parade was in full swing marching up Fifth Avenue.
We walked toward the police barricades and watched the floats and I took a ton of photographs. We heard a lot of Greek being spoken, it was a nice family day, people calling to the parade participants and waving. Sunny but cold!
How some of the women marched in the fancy heels is beyond me.
This nice woman offered us two tickets to the Grandstand to view the parade but we were cold, too.
The owner let me take a close-up but the dog was more interested in the people walking by.
The photographer on the right was so friendly to me, telling me he wanted to be in two places at once- 79th Street where it ended.
From one city of Pittsburgh school teacher to the teachers of New York-
I met Megan as we were getting on the subway shuttle today. She teaches Middle School Special Ed.
She was on her way to the demonstration in front of Governor Cuomo’s East Side Office to protest his unfair educational policies and linking student test scores to teacher evaluation (for starters). Not to mention his total disrespect for teachers.
Here’s the photo I took of her with her protest sign.
(Mary and I were on our way to meet friends at the Cooper-Hewitt Museum.)
She sent the photo I took to herself- so later I had a thought. See below the dotted line.
Here it is. Thanks Megan.
Then I got to thinking and texted her and asked her to send photos from the actual demonstration.
Here is Megan’s gallery of the parents and teachers and students united in oppostion to Governor Cuomo’s Educational Policy.
(looks like a a pretty handknit scarf, too- I know it had to be cold standing outside)
7th Avenue South at Bleecker Street-
A late dinner after a long drive.
Thin NYC crust. Let the vacation begin.
First the rotated version.
Looks like the beach instead of the Pittsburgh Greenway Parking Lot.
and the original – with a bit of a blur on the PA license plate so no one is identifled
At least I think it’s Ken. Without clothes. Not sure of the message or meaning.
I’ve see plenty of stuffed plush on garbage truck fronts, especially in New York City.
Maybe I should rethink this post and title it Wordless Wednesday.
I love how some bloggers are so consistent- Six Word Saturday, Silent Sunday, Wordless Wednesday, TBT and the dependable Weekly Photo Challenge on Friday and so on.
But sometimes when I’m stopped at a red light I see something I can photograph in a blink. No rhyme or reason. It is just there.
You can add the caption
Knowing what I know now, I want to try the light writing with my grandchildren again.
These photos from July 2013
Frozen in the moment. Still fresh, Magic.
I went back to an external hard drive and dug through archives
Looking for images that say fresh. I sure like to photograph my food. Scroll down for the fresh statue.
mixing up paint in with the food theme
The weekly photo challenge is fresh-
Laura sipping a NorthStar Shooting Star- Organic Carrot, Lemon and Ginger
Fresh Mango NYC
Remember Delores’ Fresh Cinnamon Rolls (and Key Lime Pie?) Apalachicola FL
Fresh Oatmeall and Banana and a Latte at Big Dog Coffee
Helen’s Fresh Salad St. George Island July 2014
Fresh Flowers NYC
Produce Boxes NYC
This photo from March 2010 is a reminder to return to the same location and take some new night shots of the incline in the Spring.
March 21st is grandson John Patrick’s 8th birthday.
Where does the time go? Happy Birthday Jack!
Jack and Henry
Jack at swim meet last summer 2014
Sneaking a cookie from cousin Vicci’s wedding cookie table. (Aunt Linda’s curtain veils weren’t enough)