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Cloudy days? Nah

What bothers you and why?

The heat, and I know it’s all relative, makes walk-abouts hard.

We invented fire and the combustion engine and coal stoves and big old gas guzzling automobiles….

Wish we humans had taken better care of the planet. We’ve been serial polluters pretty much from the get go.

Just steps from the busstop

This is a short path on my coffee trail.

This isn’t a Tozzo cup but an unofficial stand-in from another nearby favorite.

A Tozzo competitor in the neighborhood – well, not a direct competitor ’cause it’s blocks away – also offers a good cup of coffee.

Little by little

Are you seeking security or adventure?

Adventure is a big word and usually a big endeavor.

My adventures are small, neighborly ventures. In them I attain both the security of being #near-by and close and the exploration in seeing the new and unexpected.

Besides wine and old wood? Your favorite sweater ages well, but then it gets baggy. Likewise, your shoes, as they adjust to your feet, reach that point of a perfect fit. Unfortunately, they, too, eventually get sloppy.

Old buildings also get creaky, but with proper and attentive maintenance, they offer pleasure inside and out for a long time.

At the Met and environs

Setting up for a performance at the Met.

When I learned that there was going to be a performance by the Ballet Hispánico in support of the exhibit of Juan de Pareja: Afro-Hispanic Painter, I decided to attend one.

Buscando a Juan choreographed by Eduardo Vilaro to La Pasión segun San Marcos by Osvaldo Golijov is a dramatic and exciting dance. It was performed in the new Robert Lehman Wing at the Metropolitan Museum.

West Side East Side

🎶All around the town.

Neighborhoods, despite the uniformity of city life, seem to have their own distinctive character.

Probably

It is my inclination to classify these birdhouses as art for art’s sake as I have never seen a bird pop in. Some have enclosures that are tiny. Too tiny.

Crosswalk is pictured here with Bellevue on the other side of the avenue. It is a wide crossing made wider by the perspective of the shot.

What has become of New York City’s most famous mental institution. On this day, it is lit in bright sunshine and clarity. I wonder about this iconic landmark. I haven’t heard of it in a long time. It once was residence to many of our needy and struggling citizens.

In fact, with its establishment in 1736 as a public hospital, Bellevue treated the disturbed through most of its storied existence. In the 1970s, care for the mentally ill was largely defunded to be replaced by the hope that antipsychotics would work.

Economics, as in most sociopolitical determinations, played their part too. It’s expensive to treat mental illness.

Today, the department is referred to as Behavioral Health and is part of a wide range of services.