We walked through Strawberry Fields and saw the Imagine mosaic. A man sat on a bench playing the guitar. We wondered why he wasn’t strumming a Beatles tune. We walked over the to the Frick Collection and saw the Piero della Francesca in America , no photography allowed.
At the Metropolitan Museum of Art
you could stand around all day and take photos of people being photographed with Vincent Van Gogh’s self portrait.
The scaffolding on St.Patrick’s Cathedral will be in place for three to four years.
Lit a candle in St. Patrick’s.
Mercury at Rockefeller Center
Prayers for Peace. I read the sign and took the photo. After I crossed the street I realized just how many ribbons there were on the fence surrounding the church.
We walked down Fifth Avenue from 72nd St to 10th St
Mary and I stood at Washington Square in the late afternoon sun for long shadows.
This is from a friend’s birthday party last January. A Juke Box not a voting machine. Through the Years.
I thought some of the titles could be put to good use after the election results are in. Seems everyone has lost their sense of humor these days. Friendships and families, relationships strained. Every individual is pretty certain they are correct in their thinking and can’t fathom why anyone might feel totally opposite or even a few inches opposite.
Help, I’m Down, or Chances Are .
and for some it will be Celebration and Big Girls Don’t Cry.
We’ll skip Stormy.
What about This Masquerade?
One thing I am sure of… no matter who wins…. we will be Shake Rattle and Roll into the new year no matter what. Seriously. I have heard people from both sides and (in- between) say they can’t wait until it is over. The ads on TV and all. The robo-calls. The hype. The Self-Applause. The millions spent. Billions. Could have been put to good use in school libraries. Well, the schools that still have libraries and full time librarians.
I was making a pot of soup when the phone rang. “What are you doing? Some tickets just dropped in our lap!” It was Barb S asking if Steve and I wanted to see opening night of Rain A Tribute to the Beatles. When? 7:30. I looked at my clock on the stove. It was 6:38. We had ten minutes to get down the hill to there house and off we went to Heinz Hall. The roads weren’t too bad. I figured no two hour delay in the morning. After the show I walked across the 6th Street to document the fun evening. It was nostalgic. Good energy. Unexpected live music! We stood and swayed, singing along “All we are saying is give peace a chance.” Given the snowstorm, I was surprised how full the theater was!