Where the Wild Things Are

Dear Diary,

Today we went to the zoo.  It was incredible!  Here we are at an aquarium with stadium seating, where we watched the wildlife as they interacted in their natural habitat.  We're watching some sort of chase or hunt.  I think the yellow one is going to win.

Love, etc., X

Meatpacking District.

Transience in the Secret Garden

Artwork above the city.

The High Line - converted railroad tracks provide a makeshift park above the city.  Crowds flock.  Environmentalists weep.

Meatpacking District.

You're Gonna Be a Star, Kid

Movie theatre marquee.

Chelsea.

Remembrance and Hope

Prayer flags with the names of soldiers, in the breeze outside of a church.

Flatiron District.

Sun Salutation

Even the sculptures like to enjoy the warm, sunny days.  This is the back view of a sculpture of Gertrude Stein, looking like she's deep in meditation.

Bryant Park.

The Odd Couple

Once again, the city is king of strange comparisons.

Times Square.

Getting the Hint

Around the time that I received the above "look", a dog trotted over to me and very deliberately attempted to urinate on my foot. Clearly these dogs were camera-shy. I know when I'm not wanted.

Madison Square Park.

Loneliness

Saxophone player under a bridge.

Central Park.

Life Imitating Art

The parallel linearity of the fence/lampposts/trees in Central Park reminds me of a painting that I saw once, whose name forever eludes me.

Central Park.

One-way Track

Am I the only person who finds interesting life metaphors at train stations?  It's possible.

Grand Central Station.

Engulfment

I like how these rocks take on a soft, almost water-like quality from a distance.  To me, it looked almost as if the woman, engrossed in her book, was in danger of being swept away on a wave of granite.

Central Park.

Serenity

Religious or not, I find something peaceful about seeing churches nestled between the skyscrapers and the corporate conglomerates that make up most of this concrete jungle.

Midtown.

Wordlessness

On a park bench.

Central Park.

Flags of Our Fathers

The city is filled with flags as diverse and colorful as the people who live in it.

Midtown.

Straightforward

As always, subtlety is not the city's strong suit.

Midtown.

Timekeeping

I guess everyone watches the clock while at work.

Grand Central Station.

Love in the Strangest Places

New Yorkers are apparently very fond of emblazoning tattoos on their landmarks and structures.  The vast majority of these harsh, brittle carvings memorialize some particular moment of love.




























Central Park.

Cinco de Mayo? Or excess of silver paint?

Sometimes you just feel like dressing up a little.

Murray Hill.

Childhood

Exit-only passage at children's merry-go-round.

Bryant Park.

Leaves of Grass

The New York Public Library always impresses me, with its grand, high-ceilinged reading rooms and hushed, reverent tones.  I remain amazed at the billions (according to a quick internet estimate) of books in the world, each one quietly hoping to be read.

Bryant Park.

Say Hello to My Little Friend

I found this man walking through the city, holding the small flowerpot as if it was a portable friend.  It was both a little strange and incredibly endearing.

Bryant Park.