After 2 solid days in New York City, I returned early this afternoon via a Greyhound bus. (Sure, Greyhound is more expensive than the other fledgling bus lines, but I’ll pay a premium to ride a bus with shock absorbers that’s not driven by a tiny Chinese man hunched over a wobbly steering wheel who is attempting to set a new land speed record on I-95 while converging upon every bump in the road.)
“I had such a nice time seeing my friends. We did and saw sooo many things!” I bubbled to Mr. P as I hunkered down over my mid-day repast of animal flesh with a knife and fork. “Look at my pictures!” I handed him my camera, which he turned on in play mode, only to find:
“What is this thing?” Mr. P demanded, giving me that Lucy, you got some ‘splainin’ to do look.
“Oh, um, that was an interesting drawing that we saw at the MoMA,” I said lamely. Improbable but true, and the next photo served as evidence of my claim that we were in a museum, not in a seedy Men’s Restroom:
A lovely drawing, when compared to Penis Hat, although the material is a drag:
Besides the MoMA, I also have pictures of the first phase of the HighLine, the former elevated railway-turned-pedestrian park that just opened last week. I had read about this unique re-use project in the New York Times and was gratified to see that the rave reviews were justified. I loved promenading alongside the thematic landscaping with a relaxed crowd of curious pedestrians. So un-typical-New York.
Eariler, as we walked around the West Side of Manhattan in search of the High Line entrance, we spied a box of fixed seating that hangs over the street from the High Line. From a distance, the people looked like a moving billboard:
When we found the High Line, we discovered how relaxing it is to sit in the box and watch the traffic disappear into the dreary horizon. Sort of like watching a river flow, urban-style.
