around town – Page 15 – Walk with Me, Too

There is something precarious about construction. Perched so high. So perilous.

Today, I noticed that the windows angle as they turn. I always find this to be an attractive building.

Dining al fresco

Streateries have slowly been disappearing. I heard there’s a deadline for the removal this week some time.

Mixed emotions my friends.

Some of these were a highly creative addition to our city”s streetscape.

Now we have large garbage bins decorating corners.

Shaping up

Buildings form three dimensional shapes in space.

It’s the iconography of our cities and the geometry of our lives.

Some stand out and have more promise and more prominently to the eye.

At times, it’s because of the light in the sky or the juxtaposition of nearby structures. Sometimes, it’s just how we see ’em. In real time, this day, from our perspective.

This one formed its shape in my mind when I passed.

Fickle

Coffee shop shoppers don’t stay true to one brand, to a favorite cup of coffee.

I bet I’m kidding myself when I’m just reviewing what’s available. Here I am, sitting at Ole and Steen, new, Scandinavian, cute. Did I mention “new “?” New is exciting.

New (to me)

As disoriented as I was by the sun shining north on Lexington, I was even more stunned by hotels now transformed into “fully furnished dorm rooms.”

This turn brought me the gift of a memory of when I used to swim here.

It feels fancier around Grand Central with this plaza; fancier and more open.

Changing of the guard

A story

Its texture and patterning spoke to me.

Teeshirt tourism

It’s an interesting concept, but other people’s messenging can trigger memories.

A Woodstock t-shirt had me reminiscing not so much about the event upstate in the 60s, but.. that I went to camp in the area years before. It had a dual impact for me. Layered over time.

Mind, I wasn’t at Woodstock. I attended a different outdoor muddy festival one afternoon with a friend. Not much there to trigger, but those were times.

Go ahead, and dismiss it with “whatev, boomer.” Those were definitely times.

We marched. We rallied. We were involved. We were political. We never wore a coat that signaled, “I really don’t care. Do u?” Not that Melania can be said to not be political. “Can she?”

The scenario

Three old guys on the lam are forced into hiding. Their route takes them to this spot. They are tasked with running down these stairs.

You do well to ask why?

What did they do that sent them on the run?

Good questions.

A beautiful day to take to the water. Well, or near it. I grabbed breakfast, Yura’s best-in-the-nabe yogurt parfait, and sat watching this. There were also French tourists.