Shadow Shot Sunday

There are several war memorials in Battery Park, 

at the tip of Manhattan. These stone

slabs (part of the East Coast Memorial) are

inscribed with the names of all those lost in

the Atlantic during WWII.

You kind of have to be there to appreciate

just how dramatic it is, but blowing it up helps.

[See more Shadow Shots here.]

photo Hunter — "foreign"

I have plenty of "foreign" pictures, but

I chose this one (a Parisian citron pressé:

nothing but fresh lemon juice, water, and

sugar) because it takes me back to

Paris in July and far, far away from

New York in March.

[You can see more foreign things here.]

Skywatch Friday

I'm still in the same neighborhood

 as yesterday's post—this time looking east 

from Park Avenue. The building

with the interesting slanted roofline

is the Citicorp Building.

[See more Skywatch pix here.]

signs of the times?

Not that this affects me in the slightest

(and I rarely find myself here on Park

Avenue, where the Ferrari and Mercedes

dealerships are), but I might have to

return to see if they actually did "re-open soon." 

 So, what kind of car do you drive?

abc wednesday - G is for "goldfish"

You know (or should) that I love to

photograph fish—dead or alive.

These guys are, fortunately, very

much alive. Right now, they're

hybernating (as I wish I was)—but

with any luck we'll all be back in

business come spring.

[See more "G" posts for ABC Wednesday here.]

Snow Job

I keep posting pictures of snow and saying this 

is the last of it. Maybe this time it's true.

Some of us (mainly grown-ups) are pretty sick

of the white stuff, but it did make for 

some fine sledding and snow-fort-building 

in Prospect Park this past weekend.

[This post is part of That's My World Tuesday—

see more here.]

Mellow Yellow Monday

Went to a screening of this film at the

Italian Cultural Institute last week. It

was totally charming. Lidia Bastianich was 

there, so I introduced myself. She'd

mentioned that her mother is 89. Mine will be 90 

soon, and when I told Lidia what we're 

giving Mom for her b-day, she asked if she could

 borrow the idea for her own mother's birthday. There's 

one thing wrong with this poster, though—no

one drank anything but white wine (and a lot of it!) 

in the entire film. It's a Roman thing, I was told.

[See more Mellow Yellow here.]