I pass this building all the time but only now and then does the palette of colors strike me. Here’s one taken closer up that almost looks like an Albers color exercise:
Back in our hotel in Niagara Falls the next day, we looked down on this odd, fake minaret-ty thing and the fountains and garden below
The Great Lawn, featuring the hideous new stalagmites corrupting the view of Central Park South.
We now return you to our regularly scheduled program…
If you’ve been following, we’ve been featuring the Kodachrome slides my father shot in England and Germany in the mid-’50s, starting with this post. We’ll take a short break from those for now and turn back to my street photography here in dear, dirty New York.
This wall, which I’ve photographed several times before, is a lovely creamy white, especially against a cloudless deep blue sky, as here. Unfortunately it’s grown more difficult as the building next to it on the corner has pulled down their always-locked, “public” garden (don’t get me started) and spent the last year and a half jack-hammering it into a monstrosity of modernist retail space with the gardens on top, mind you, so as to be available only to their residents. Such are the ills of capitalism.