walking – Walk with Me, Too

Ramblin’, Amblin’

I walk with purpose. I have a destination.

This is not aimless. It is not ambling.

I will meet you at a designated place. We will walk with intent.

We know where we’re heading. This is not rambling.

I envy the ramblers, the amblers, the easy-goers, going easily about their ways.

I admire the determined, the ones who know where to go, and what needs-be done.

I walk with purpose; I have a destination.

I am going somewhere that I should be, but I know not what needs doing, just where to go, where to meet. I am rambling.

Indulge me

Please. I took a little walk today. I do most days. Let me share some artifacts of the streets I traveled:

1.The elephant pays tribute to the memory of my mom; that’s a fitting symbol as in “*the elephant* ***never*** *forgets.”* 2.Cranes capture my imagination whenever I spot them. 3.I coveted this table; it would have come into my overcrowded home had I the means to schlep it. 4 through 8. As he passed me photographing these, the man asked “did you see a bird in there?”

Ok so

Today, I ventured out of the neighborhood.

Details or side bits are next.

Quirky

The city sometimes seems to be all business. Finding the more eccentric facets of life in New York City is a surprising treat.

These signs in such close proximity invited a smile from me. Can’t say why, I admit.

On my walk

The snowy pillows of clouds mirror the remaining snow heaps in the park.*

The crane is two blocks west working on an immensely tall building that is scheduled to dominate this area.

There is a romance of the facade in style and variety.

Spotted: landscape with water tower.

*Same place, different day:

Of note. Or not.

A corner on the UES. This building has curves and finishes to which I hadn’t paid attention til today. Interesting right down to the bricked in windows.

Close ups

Can’t turn away

Every October, I eschew the holiday that’s coming our way. I vow not to pay attention to the goblins and ghosts, the witches, and Spidermans. Yet, here they are. Boo!

UNITED NATIONS & environs

When I was about 7 or 8, my dad and I would drop off his byline here on Sunday nights

From a distance, it looked like there was no road here. It kinda snuck up on me.

Glass houses

Here’s a building that often catches my eye. I can not tell you what the architectural details mean or portend.