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My colleagues Anice and Caroline got together with me and we had a nice time at Alice’s Teacup II, which is near Hunter College, the City University of New York.
For those who don’t know about Alice’s Teacup, there are four of them around the city. Of varying sizes, II is the biggest with two floors. We got a wonderful table by the window facing the street. Alice’s serves tea-type of food like scones and sandwiches, all of it delicious. We were there for hours, eating and chatting.
Don’t forget: if you are in Westchester and need a tea fix, then visit the Silver Tips Tea Room in Tarrytown, where afternoon tea is served all day.
Though it closed at the beginning of July, I was able to see the Pergamum exhibit over the Independence Day weekend. I went on a Friday night, rightly assuming that the crowds which make the Met so hard to explore would be out of town. Most of those in the museum were the clueless tourists, most of whom got in the way, talked loudly, and flew through the exhibit probably because they had no idea what they were looking at. Fine by me.
The Met gathered antiquities from across the world to create the exhibition, Pergamon and the Hellenistic Kingdoms of the Ancient World. I was surprised and pleased to see some “old friends” from the Antikytheria Shipwreck exhibit (and redux) that the National Archaeological Museum in Athens had held in 2013. I took a few pictures, but I already have photos of the pieces.
I took 184 photographs, some of which I later deleted (bad photos, duplicate photos, etc.). I just managed to get through the exhibit right before the museum closed at 9. I bought the exhibition catalog–hardback. I usually buy the paperback copy because it is cheaper (and sometimes I wait for a few months and hope that the catalog is put on clearance, which sometimes happens if any are left over), but I was told that too many people complained that the paperback copies fall apart. Now the Met only prints its catalogs in hardback.
Overall, it was a wonderful exhibit.
It’s called Big Bling and was created by Martin Puryear. It took me a while to get the photographs about Puryear and his creation because every time I passed by, tourists were reading the sign and I didn’t have time to wait for them to finish.
When I first saw it made with wood and chicken wire (fencing wire?), I thought “squirrel condo,” probably because of all the squirrels in the park, and there were many running around it.
Perhaps Puryear is commenting on “bling” and what it means to society–or what really makes up “bling.”
Well, the terrible term is over.
I was able to finish one class, finish an incomplete, and get another incomplete in another class, which will be finished by the end of January.
What a nightmare.
I’ve always believed that the end of the year, regardless of what you believe or disbelieve, should be one happy season. Go out and enjoy the season. Have some fun. We survived another year, which is something to celebrate. Spend it with people you care for, not people you can’t stand. (You know who they are.)
Though late, better late than never. Here are the few images I took before Christmas came. I wish I was able to do some of the things I wanted to do, but I just couldn’t get around to it. Well, there’s always next year.
Last Friday, I started my vacation by going to the Metropolitan Museum with my friend Caroline. If you are a regular reader, you already know that my favorite museum is the Met and that I’ve taken hundreds of photos there. My favorite galleries are, of course, the Greek, Roman, Byzantine, and Egyptian. This time, neither of us wanted to go to the same ones again, so Caroline suggested the American Wing, and we were not disappointed.
The place was literally a madhouse. For New Yorkers to find a place crowded means that it was packed; we could hardly get around the gaggles of tourista. We sat and had a beverage in the American Wing Cafe, which has a wonderful view of Central Park. It was a lovely, sunny, low humidity day, so we enjoyed the view as we chatted shop, i.e. libraries. From there we began our exploration of the wing which, Caroline insisted, would not be crowded. She was right.
Unlike the Egyptian hallways, which were packed, the American Wing had few people in it, so we wandered around and took lots of photographs. What we concentrated on were the rooms from early American history. These were fascinating, and some of them tied directly into the early Dutch settlement of New Amsterdam–and the Hudson Valley. I can’t say that I found the furniture on display without being in a room setting fascinating, but there were some interesting pieces. The furniture in room settings were captivating, and we spent quite a few photographs trying to capture the essence of the exhibits, which amounted to taking a photo one way, then another way, and not being able to get the entire room in one photograph.
Afterwards, we walked over to a restaurant participating in “Restaurant Week” (which lasts a month), a price fixe at really expensive restaurants that I would not normally patronize. We had lunch at Ristorante Morini, and were not disappointed. The food was spectacular! The fish was delicious, the cold soup had a wonderful bite to it (I’d love to know how to make it), the chocolate dessert was excellent, and the price ($25) was right. Morini is within walking distance of the Met, at 1167 Madison, between 85th and 86th Streets.
Over the past several weeks, I was able to interact with the local fauna, namely birds.
My friend Caroline and I went up to the Cloisters, taking the train all the way up to Fort Tryon Park. This was our annual pilgrimage. We walked through the park and got to the Cloisters pretty early. Nonetheless, it was packed, being a holiday weekend. We were, however, able to avoid most of the crowds. We took, instead, photos of the architecture and flora. We got some great pics.
We have taken so many photos of the art in the Cloisters that neither one of us was the least bit interested in taking any more photos. We were parched and went to the little cafe in the Cloisters to get something to drink, and Caroline was hungry. We were stunned to find that the birds flying around the courtyard where the cafe and seating is located landed very close to us and walked within inches of where we were. What did we do? Why we took pictures, of course!
The most interesting one I have already posted, the bird that landed on Caroline’s hand and cell phone, (I’ve posted it again), but it needs a bit more of an explanation. Caroline was surprised by the bird’s attempt to land on her, and there was some guy there with a big camera with a very long lens who snapped photo after photo of the action. My camera is small and cannot simply snap photos one after the other. (It might be able to, but the setting would have to be changed.) I was able to get the one close-up where the bird does, indeed, look as if he is giving Caroline advice. (She latter tweeted the pic.) The man showed us the photos in his camera, then walked away. He never offered to send Caroline copies of the photos, in which he caught Caroline’s surprise and shock. I thought that this was in poor taste. After all, if you take a clear, close-up photo of someone, it only seems right to offer the person a copy.
Weeks later, I walked to the Magnolia Bakery in Chelsea with two friends. We ate our goodies across the street in a little park. The birds there came right up to us, basically begging for some food. Baked goods always have crumbs, so I started tossing crumbs to the birds, which quickly gobbled them up, at which point the pigeons, who were a distance away, came running. (Probably had the cute birds trolling food.)
Finally, I snapped some pics of the Canada goslings that were born this spring. Last year I snapped some photos of goslings that resembled fuzz balls. This year, I got the babies when they were a bit older.
Fata Morgana, art by Teresita Fernandez, is on exhibit in Madison Square Park.
I found the installation interesting. What did detract from it were the girders and poles that were very industrial. From this framework was hung nearly 250 discs.
I happen to like walking under the discs. The sunlight distorts the cut metal shapes in the discs on the pavement.
I was riding the subway the other day and looked up to find this poem on one of the boards. Normally ads decorate the subway cars, but this was just a poem. Not that I ascribe to the sentiments in the poem, but I did think that this was an interesting way to look at what the afterlife might be like.
Patrick Philips, Heaven
It will be the past
Not as it was to live
but as it is remembered.
It will be the past
we’ll all go back together.
Everyone we ever loved
and lost, and must remember.
It will be the past
And it will last forever.