Writing is my way of expressing my ideas. It lets out a lot of my creativity. It’s a passion of mine.
Roses are the floral display I met on today’s ramble.
Walking is another thing about which I am passionate. When I walk I think of what I will share in my writing. I also illustrate my thoughts with pictures.
I need to have a conversation with Henry James. He seems to have a grasp on the atmosphere of the NYC of his time. His time is something I would like to recapture.
I guess I could do very well speaking with Edith Wharton as well. She would be a fount of interesting tidbits about life here back in the day.
Remnants of old industrial properties are pretty rare. This one on East 91st is a sweet throwback. I never thought of the loading dock as a decorative detail before.
Cool temperatures are the walker’s best friend. That first blush of warm weather is also always such a draw. Cold or hot, not so much. And extremes are unpleasant.
Still, if it’s cold out, you can layer up. Once bundled in plenty of covering, you’re likely good to go.
As interesting and attractive as these historic artifacts might be, they lack modern amenities and luxury. They were built as tenements, and along with their landmark designation comes a prohibition to make any improvements. This brings up the question of whether conserving them is beneficial.