I’ve lived in Fairfield County for 24 years, but today was the first time I ventured out to the fantastic Philip Johnson Glass House in New Canaan. A sublime experience on a beautiful day, well worth the rather breathtaking $75 admission fee, if you’re so inclined. Read more about this incredible landmark property here.
The dog, fast asleep after our long morning walk.
A couple of shots from a walk up 8th Avenue today.
Scenes from a walk through lower Manhattan…phones on Howard Street…
…Wall Street commuters…
…and poseurs with George Washington.
A well placed contrail, seen on my morning walk with the dog.
A little haiku in the grass.
More of these…a technique I resort to when feeling otherwise uninspired.
Plaid at the 25th Street Flea Market.
The colorful charms of the Spencer Finch installation at the Morgan Library.
Sixth Avenue bus shelter…a fraction of a second earlier and this guy might not have noticed me…it would be a better photograph for it.
A photo of my grandson today…I rarely post personal family photos on this blog, but how can I resist? We are all utterly smitten by this sweet little man. (Plus, focusing on a toddler on the move is no mean feat!)
A little woodland swamp I walk by every morning with the dog; it is often gunky and smelly, but last night’s rain freshened its charms.
Bus shelter and reflections, Sixth Avenue. New York City offers up a spectacular visual chaos when you’re on the lookout.
Ice cream cones and threesomes caught my eye today.
Visual chaos, Houston Street.
A glorious afternoon for a walk at the beach.
Nature abhors a vacuum…Montgomery Pinetum.
A morning walk with the dog…the only thing I bothered to photograph today.
A rainy day on Mercer Street; it’s the sign on the upper left that makes the shot a tad amusing.
Umbrellas in primary colors, seen on Broadway.
A smattering of street photos from a walk around Manhattan today; here, proof positive that New Yorkers’ have a great capacity to ignore the most outlandish amongst us…
…uneasy bench mates…
…and people engrossed with their cell phones on 34th Street and Sixth Avenue.
Late afternoon on my back porch.
Impending (and much needed) rain.
Back home to bucolic Connecticut…photographically, I’m profoundly bored here, but still inexplicably committed to taking a picture every day.
Sites of construction (and destruction) caught my eye today.
An afternoon stroll through the Brick Lane Sunday Market.
Around and in the Tate Modern…bubbles…
…and weary museum-goers….