a truly Great Egret
For some the Ramble is more for fishing than hunting expeditions, although we also observed the latter as we circled the north side of Central Park Lake with Barry’s visiting uncle yesterday on an absolutely beautiful afternoon.
Category: Happy
nature, Johnson, Kelly, Bertoia
Last week while visiting the garden Philip Johnson designed in 1953 for the Museum of Modern Art I was charmed by the anthopomorphic postures of the Bertoia chairs, also just over fifty years old, which are found strewn (rather mysteriously drifting) about the elegant grounds.
untitled (Bertoia) 2006
Sometimes alone.
And, oh yeah, it is after all a sculpture garden, so I shouldn’t, and couldn’t, ignore the more formal installations.
Ellsworth Kelly Green Blue (1968) painted aluminum [view of installation]
spring Barry
Barry talking to his wonderful mother in MoMA’s Sculpture Garden last week. The beautiful bright blue Impatiens crowded into their geometric beds looked quite jealous.
parrot’s back
Two summers back I passed this guy’s lofty perch on 8th Avenue at least ten times a week on my way to and from the Cancer Center, but last year I never saw (or heard) him once. Two days ago I noticed his shriek, after leaving White Colums on Horatio Street, while still almost two blocks away.
The sidewalk vendor below the bodega could hardly have been indifferent to the loss of the parrot’s raucus companionship. He may not be as pleased by the bird’s return as Barry and I were. The year before last he had told me, when I asked about his colorful neighbor: “damn thing never shuts up!” Still, I’d like to think they had developed some form of comity, especially now that they’re back together.
the kindest, smartest, most beautiful man in the room
Barry
We met fifteen years ago today. It was the best thing that ever happened to me.
fourth anniversary of the jimlog
four yellow wild strawberry blossoms in the lawn this morning
I started this blog four years ago today. It succeeded more than eight months of emails sent to friends after September 11. It never would have happened and wouldn’t continue without the patient wizard.
yellow tulip in a sea of rose-red
Difference is always special, even on Park Avenue. No, especially on Park Avenue.
tape dog
[seen on the platform of the 8th Avenue Canal Street station]
Eostre bunnies and their friends
happy shop window on Bleecker Street
[I forgot to document the identity of the beautiful store, but for the story of these little critters themselves, see last year’s post]
a very special daisy
untitled (double Gerbera) 2006
Not until I got the little Gerbera Daisy plant came home did I notice how special it was: One of the blossoms is a double, a gorgeous pair of Siamese twins. They seem very happy.
For a view of the back of the flower(s), see the thumbnail below.
