Showing posts with label The High Line. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The High Line. Show all posts

Monday, September 5, 2011

Seen Around Town



The city is pretty nice when everyone goes away for the long weekend and


the town fills up with tourists and out of towners. This is a rather muddled picture of a garbage truck reflected in the window of the now defunct Viceroy diner on 8th Avenue.


This man is waiting to cross 17th Street. A century ago people would have been aghast to see a woman in pants.....equal opportunity in clothing for all.....


People in general on 14th St and 9th Avenue.


A rather retro dry cleaners.............


I'm not quite sure where this character (seen here on the corner of 23rd St and 8th Avenue) gets his costume laundered. For some reason I sight him about once a year.


We used to have one crossing guard who actually crossed children and handicapped people. We now have three who chat to each other........


Anyway, I managed to walk on the little bit of The High Line between 20th and 23rd Street that for some reason I'd missed. A nice soft lawn for sitting on.....


and a grove of trees to emerge from.......

Some friends have recently enjoyed a Central Park Sightseeing tour
which makes me think that visitors know much more about New York than I do.
Rain until the end of the week - rather a relief after much too hot!


Monday, January 11, 2010

Yellow, and a Morning Conversation


8:30 am on a cold morning on 22nd Street.


8:45 am The West Side Highway a symphony in chrome yellow, 
not to mention the big pails with sand and grit in them
and the traffic lights and the school bus.

I really don't much like bright yellow
 - but I suppose it is used so people notice it.
This van says "TRUCK 'N ROLL" 
The bit of the High Line looms above.

My main blog is now HERE


Monday, August 3, 2009

The High Line Chronicles Continue







White pants, sensible shoes, a bench to sit down on.



Armani dreams between the meadow flowers and 10th Avenue.




10th Avenue seen from above and summer campers making art.



Looking west, what toxic swirls and sand.



Lunch, of course, the most important part of any outing.
Frances and I sit outside at Cookshop.
She has the duck confit with pecans. YUM!
 

I have beets in cream.