An early morning walk around Dayton, Ohio before heading home. Hard hit by the decline in manufacturing, the town is rife with shuttered factories. I found this one rather beautiful, however, the colors, textures and geometry caught my eye.
My lovely niece’s wedding today in Dayton, Ohio.
Foamy water, Greenwich Point Park.
Today, another billboard and a Chinatown bus.
Yet another billboard shot, but I loved the quirky placement of the man in the center of it all.
Working a scene, Fifth Avenue and 49th Street.
Late afternoon on the Long Island Sound.
All the trimmings, 6th Avenue.
I couldn’t pick a favorite photo from my walk around lower Manhattan today, so you get three. Here, Wall Street…
…and a couple of scenes through steamed up windows in the West Village.
The first glimmer of autumn.
High Tide, Long Island Sound.
For lack of a better idea, I stopped by the nearby cemetery to hunt for a photo today, then processed it all noir-ish.
Geometry and primary colors, Chelsea Piers.
Late afternoon, Tod’s Point.
Today, within a span of two hours, I was whiplashed by grief and joy. We put our sweet 14-year-old whippet to sleep, and then my daughter-in-law came by with our grandson, knowing that a little time with him would console us. And that it did.
Late afternoon at the beach…low tide, gorgeous light and frolicking swimmers. Lovely.
A little Americana today…it was the back-lit balloons and barbecue smoke that caught my eye at this picnic at Greenwich Point Park.
Today was an 180-degree about-face from yesterday…I spent the entire day with my adorable 7-month old grandson, who laughed and babbled and smiled my sadness away.
It was a long, sad day today. After four hours at the animal hospital and a battery of tests, the vet told me what I feared, that it is time to put down my 14-year-old whippet. (He was diagnosed with prostate cancer a year ago January, and has outlived his prognosis by 18 months.) They sent me home with a few days worth of painkillers and a heavy heart. While terribly sad, my photo today reveals that perhaps my sweet Riley is more ready to let go than I am.
A “yellow” day, in and around the High Line.
I often regret my forays into Times Square, since the place unfailingly gives me a headache and infrequently gives me a photograph worth posting. But today, it was worth suffering through the crowds and the congestion for this little nugget.