Waiting for recycle truck pick-up, New York City. Sent by my sister 7-4-16 via cell phone.
What a great find. Thanks, Mary.
Do you ever go back and examine a series of photos you took, at least a decade ago? Maybe your camera was low-end or you didn’t have a perfect lens. The weather was gray.
When I look at New York Spring, I see my sister’s guidance and spotting cool things for me to photograph- help capture signage and scenes in her neighborhood, before they disappear. Signs. Lots of signs.
I try to keep the blog in Real Time but this is looking back and no, I’m not in NYC tonight.
Dance Dance Dance
The Dancers. All those ballerinas. I had a framed print on my childhood wall.
I’m visiting my sister but Wednesday we’re headed to family in Ohio.
On Monday at MOMA, I read signs of the Edgar Degas exhibit which previews the day we leave the city-glimpses of what I’d miss were represented in the gift shop.
Degas dancers on bookmarks,stationery, prints to be framed, journals, magnets, a children’s book. Not a mug in sight!
It was a beautiful shot. I just couldn’t capture it adequately through the glass.
Wagon full is Wagonful. I looked it up.
Grove Street near Bleecker in the West Village, New York City. I hope they add some eggs.
The weekly photo challenge inspired by
“Life imitates art far more than art imitates Life.”
— Oscar Wilde
Grandchildren Anna and Michael and Vincent Van Gogh at the Metropolitan Museum of Art at Thanksgiving time.
My sister sent me these photos of the fire escape outside her window. (After last weekend’s storm)