Looks set up but this is just as Mary spotted it for me to photograph.
Right across from the building where the opening credits of Friends was filmed and tour groups flock.
And a tour group just a half block down the street on Grove.
Friday night the Metropolitan Museum of Art is open until nine.
We saw the tree lighting and walked through some of the major exhibits to check out others.
(the Christmas tee is another post, stay tuned) The Holiday Sugar Sculpture of the Museum was fun to see.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art at Night
the line up of hot dog vendor carts was colorful in the dark
Because it was raining, I just got the fountains looking like this. Didn’t want to stand in the rain.
Information in the center of the lobby. You could smell the magnolias.
View from an upper window.
The museum in sugar outside of the cafeteria.
Credits to the pastry chef Randy Eastman and his assistants.
I try to keep up with my sister as we head for the subway. It was still raining. The magic of wet pavement.
Sunday Central Park Zoo - Sea Lion Pool at Feeding Time
The photographs can’t really capture the exuberance and energy of these lovely sea lions who were waiting for the keepers to come with their lunch.
“These are not tricks. They are behaviors” one of the zoo workers said.
The sea lions certainly knew it was time to eat.
The whole time we were there, I was wishing my grandchildren could see the sea lions jump.
The light changed frequently.
You can see the sun went behind a cloud. The one sea lion was talking to the man who was sweeping.
And then the sun came out again as we walked towards Fifth Avenue
There are two machines. The one on the right took Euros but was unlit.
A choir was singing O Holy Night and that’s the soloist image on the flat screen.
Random people taking a selfie in front of the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree
Christmas Window Photography by Woman in Blue
Happy Birthday dear friend, from Magnolia Bakery window on Bleecker Street.
Brother Michael’s photograph is on the wall at Rocco’s Pasticceria down on Bleecker Street.
Brother Michael LaMantia served “51 years as a brother in the Scalabrini Order and nearly 40 years at the parish in the heart of Greenwich Village.”
(Our Lady of Pompeii Church is across the street from Rocco’s. My sister says there is a memorial to Brother Michael in the church.
Before Brother Michael passed in 2013, he gave the Pasticceria this statue of Saint Rocco. Brother Michael is Gone, But Not Forgotten.
Thanks to Krista Evans for this challenge
Rocco’s on Bleecker Street.
For the story of Saint Rocco you can check out the link in this post from the Saint Rocco Festival in Pittsburgh
Franco (posing for me with a cheesecake below) is the one who showed me Brother Michael’s prayer card on the wall at Rocco’s and told me that Brother Michael had given the Saint Rocco Statue to the store. Franco has been at Rocco’s for more than thirty years!
Here is Franco posing for me with a cheesecake. Mary and I stopped in Saturday night for a coffee and pastry after a nice day at Galleries and Target First Night at the Brooklyn Museum.
When I woke up in Mary’s apartment this morning, after an 11 hour sleep, this was the welcoming sight. She was heating milk and making coffee. Last night we took 3 subways to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and saw the tree lighting with the Neopolitan Baroque Creche (stay tuned) Today it’s art and photography excursions but getting fortified first. A bit grainy on the iPhone shots. From a previous post about my sister’s Greenwich Village kitchen.
One of my students likes to tidy up, organize the card readers in one box and the memory cards in a little tin.
J makes sure the batteries are charged in the cameras or puts the drained batteries in the chargers.
When he first came to my classroom, I was certain I had him as a younger student when I taught K-8 art but such was not the case. He must have reminded me of someone.
Anyway, he found this wooden block in a drawer under the chalkboard. “Look at this” he said. Showed me the RUTH. “it has your name on it.”
What fun. I’d forgotten about the block and had it in my desk drawer under some papers and was digging around for a blue pass to write for someone to go to the BR and there was my name on the block. RUTH.
Snapped it with my cell phone.
What are the odds of someone finding a wooden block with your name on it in the classroom where you have been teaching the last couple of years?
Ruth, being a sort of old fashioned name, I wonder how old this block is.
Carrie Furnace on the Monongahela River.
Return and photograph a scene you have shot before- a different day, different weather, different angle, different light
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*Took a similar shot three years ago, almost to the day.
*Reflection on a day when the river was fairly still.