When viewed at a distance, unfortunately difficult to do in the long hallway where this was displayed – but the long view below will give some idea, this image by Karel Martens gives an impression of a skyscape with fluffy cumulus clouds, but it is made up of these little glyphs, like in a half-tone printed image.
I think it was dead. At any rate, it wasn’t moving so not a brilliant capture on my part but a simple snapshot.
Seeking to whisk my wife away from our ongoing pandemic solitude for an afternoon I consulted Atlas Obscura for something new to see. As a 60-year denizen of the city it’s getting harder to find new things and many venues are, of course closed for the pandemic (and many may, sadly, never re-open). The Atlas recommended the Gardens of St Luke in the Fields, “a quiet and contemplative oasis in the middle of New York’s bustle and riot.” We have, of course passed by on the street many times without realizing there was more to go in and see. From the description there was much to see and many gardens to explore. And while, as I hope these pictures will attest, the Garden is lovely, much of it is not open to see. The area we walked on a raw and chilly Spring afternoon was too small to provide much escape from the bustle and noise of the surrounding streets or the Garden’s many visitors, all there no doubt with the same fond hope as us. I’d still recommend it if you find yourself in the area.
Click any image to see them all enlarged.
There’s an apartment building on the corner here which styles itself “the White House,” I’m not sure why. Every year I promise myself I’m not going to post pretty pictures of flowers – not my thing – and every year, as we emerge from the slough of Winter I demur, especially following this plague year. These were in the planter in front of the White House.
Some dirty snow, from the same January 2004 trip to Brooklyn mentioned in the last couple of posts. Notice how the Dimage A-1 lens resolved the snow in the background into lovely circles of confusion.
We browsed in a furniture shop in Brooklyn one day back in January, 2004. Here’s another pic from the Dimage A-1 shot as a straight jpeg before I learned about Raw.