little island, little rain

Little Island

 

post Valentines Day pink

 

by the standard hotel high line...

Friday afternoon moon

at the Inauguration this week, Ms Amanda Gorman, our National Youth Poet Laureate, burst forth as a bright, clear light.  excerpted from her poem, The Hill We Climb:

We will not march back to what was, but move to what shall be: a country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free.

We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation, become the future.

Our blunders become their burdens.

But one thing is certain.

If we merge mercy with might, and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change our children's birthright.

So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left.

the high line, looking east on gansevoort

 

from pictures i never posted

 outside the Whitney...

 

all manner of magic

how my walk after work began..... 

 

Sunday evening, meatpacking magic

waiting

by the high line...

 

from the high line with love

high line...

taking cover

near the high line, chelsea...

high line from high up

and a little pop art for Pop! 

LOVE

AMOR

Happy Father's Day!!

The High Line,
from Hotel Americano rooftop....
https://www.6sqft.com/robert-indianas-famous-love-sculptures-arrive-along-the-high-line/

romantic

chelsea

eye on the sky

Henry Taylor, The Floaters
mural, High Line
https://www.newyorkled.com/high-line-art-presents-henry-taylor-the-floaters.htm