Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Saturday, October 27, 2012. My own fall color tour through Central Park, along the Reservoir. I could see them in the distance, the brilliant red, the golden yellow, orange, the soft salmon and the green not willing to go quite yet. It was just a patch, just a spot, that wanted to focus the attention of anyone passing by, only for a second - just long enough to marvel at the perfect melding of hues. It will now be gone in the rush of the hurricane, but I beheld it just that once.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
Saturday, June 23, 2012
June 3, 2012. Sunday, the Barnes in Philadelphia. A broken muffler, a wire clothes hanger and a repair, just before the storm. We were rewarded with Moses in the Clouds. What a structure - pillar of white bathed in the sunlight. A flat wreath on which to steady his feet to deliver his message. A billow of white behind him, a halo for his head. Pink is laced throughout, softening the image and maybe the message.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Saturday, April 21, 2012
April 23, 2012. Cherry petals covered the ground, illuminated by the soft morning sun. I couldn't pass them by, and wanted to put my head to the ground. New green grass poked up, wood chips from the path were erased, and the colors were radiant - all of them. The trees were shedding their petals, and every breadth of wind sent more of them floating to the ground. It is one of my favorite things in springtime New York.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
April 8, 2012. What can be better on a sunny spring day than a kite in the sky? It soars, it swoops, it flutters and then it stays up, working its way in the wind. There are no trees to gobble at it, no telephone poles and wires, just sky against which your kite paints a spot of bright color.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Saturday, March 3. This little square looked like a jewel set into a giant white background. Each small tile added to the overall unity, each successive square, somewhere down the line, just a bit different, but enough so. In a subway dark and dreary they shone out like a beacon.
Thursday, March 1, 2012. Random but not. When I looked at it I saw Mondrian, at least that is what popped in my mind. A large table was laid out this way, and then pockets were picked away and the design was gone.
Monday, February 20. Each spike is so deliberate, so forceful and so assured. What do they bring to this tree, what protection or what attraction? Does some bird store its catch here and then zealously guard it from other birds? It doesn't look safe from other predators. It screams 'do not climb me.'