Sunday, July 22, 2012. Shiny green pods hanging on a tree along the path I walk have caught my attention. It could be the abundance of them. It could be the construction - each side of the triangular shape segmented and rippled to reflect sunlight. Little puffs, which then burst to reveal the seeds inside - one mystery after another.
Sunday, July 15, 2012. A random arrangement on the sidewalk across from my apartment. It's early on a Sunday morning and already hot. The image is pocked with pebble marks from the myriad feet that have trod over it since it fell from someones pocket. Maybe it is a photo meant for a passport, but it was given to a careless lover. Maybe it is a memento of a loved one, now lost, but weighted down by this slight twig until the image could be rescued by a passerby. It is now saved - circle, line and square.
As I travel around the City I am always aware of the art around me, in all of its forms. I enjoy watching the lamp posts as I pass by, the sides of buildings, the sidewalks, the sky, almost anywhere. Sometimes I spot artists I know from Union Square, Soho and elsewhere in the City.