Weekly Photo Challenge: Extra, Extra-ordinary

The following are a few photos I took of “The Gates” in Central Park for two weeks in February of 2005. “The Gates” was an installation by Christo and Jeanne-Claude (1935-2009) of 26 miles of orange fabric gates, as you can see in the photos. These were extra, extra-ordinary. attracting thousands and thousands of visitors from all over the world.

At that time, I was working only a few blocks from Central Park, so I used to go over there early in the mornings before work which gave me good morning light to take photos, like the one used in the header.  There was also much snow during those two weeks which I think also adds something to the photos.

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Photo taken early in the morning with the sun coming up in the East and shinning on the orange gates making them especially vivid.
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The Gates around the ice-covered pond in Central Park with the Plaza hotel in the background.
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This is my swatch (2″x 2″) of the fabric used in “The Gates.”  In Central Park at the commencement of this event, a few young people were handing out swatches, but that stopped after a few days.  Then later, near the end of the two-week event, I saw a young man, who looked like he was selling drugs, but I knew what he was carrying.  He looked like a drug dealer, just loitering about, looking for buyers.  I approached him, and whispered, indiscreetly,  “Do you have a swatch?”  He looked around and pulled one out of his pocket and gave it to me for free.  I got 3 altogether, I think, during the two-week event.

 

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Yours truly in front of one row of gates one evening after work.  Whenever I look at this photo I feel as tired as I felt when the photo was taken.

My New Year’s Day 2012

Since this was the first day of the year, a holiday, I wanted to do something that I would enjoy–that’s feasible I mean. I decided to go to Central Park, eat lunch at the Boat House, and then walk around and take some photos along the way. I didn’t get any earth-shattering photos, but it was a beautiful day considering it’s winter in NYC. The Pond in Central Park had water in it, which it never does in the winter, although there were no model boats, probably because no one expected it to have water in it at this time of the year. It was warm today, considering it’s winter–around 50 degrees–and sunny with no wind and few clouds. Anyway, below is a video I made and some of my photos. I added the Gershwin background music to try to make it more exciting.

You will notice that it doesn’t look like all that many people in the park, but I think because it was New Years, people get going later in the day. As I was on the bus going home, the streets in Midtown and downtown were extremely crowded. People in the park seemed bored. There was a squirrel in a tree and many people–including me– were crowded around taking photos of it as if that was some big thing.  Not very many street musicians out in the park.  Perhaps they were taking a holiday, too.

Happy New Year from Central Park!

My Day Today in Central Park

Today was the first day of sunshine all week, and the streets of Manhattan were very crowded as well as in Central Park. So much traffic that I had a hard time getting home because the busses couldn’t get through all the traffic. I finally got about the last seat on an express bus home to Staten Island.

Going through downtown Manhattan on the bus, I saw news trucks from all the major channels; ABC, NBC, CNN; parked on Broadway and wondered what was going on. Once home, on the news, I heard that it was all about Strauss-Kahn who finally found an apartment in downtown on Broadway. I don’t understand why all the newspeople are bothering him so much only to get another photo.  We all know what he looks like already.  If the media hound him too much, he will start to attract sympathy.  I think that if Strauss-Kahn manages to get out of this mess, the money that it is costing him is a lot of punishment. However, I doubt if he will get out of it.  This seems to me another episode of that modern phenomenon  “The Good Wife.”

I also visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art today, which was the most crowded I’ve ever seen it.  That was mainly because of the exhibit, aptly titled “Savage Beauty,” of Alexander McQueen’s dresses.  The line for this exhibit was so long that I didn’t want to wait in it, but I plan on going back next week when it isn’t so crowded.

I managed to glance in the exhibit room while walking by and saw a couple of his dresses.  Totally gorgeous.  I can’t wait to see the exhibit.  If McQueen had known that he was about to get an exhibit at the Met, he probably wouldn’t have killed himself, on the other hand, if he hadn’t killed himself, he probably wouldn’t have gotten this exhibit at the Met.  I’ve never witnessed before such instant fame so soon after someone just died.  Before he killed himself, he was just another haute designer for the wealthy.

[I wrote another post (with slideshow) on the Alexander McQueen exhibit at the Met, after I saw it, that you might be interested in reading]

Visited the roof garden at the Met that just opened for the season on May 1.  It’s usually open only from May 1 until around November, depending on the autumn weather.  This year they are showing steel sculptures by Anthony Caro on the roof.  The sculptures are nice, but nothing terribly exciting like they had last summer–a house made from Bamboo.

Visit my new post on the Anthony Caro exhibit on the roof garden at the Met.

My Day in Central Park

Spent the day in Central Park.  Many people in the park just like on a weekend, because it was so warm.  However, all the snow hasn’t melted yet as you can still see it in the video.  I came home and made this video from videos and photos I took today in the park.


 

On the Subway Today

Yesterday, Saturday, Dec. 4, 2010, with my camera in its bag and hanging on my shoulder, I left my two-room apartment in a building called “St. Vincent’s Manor” which is a subsidized apartment house for seniors in Port Richmond, Staten Island, New York, intending to spend my day in the city taking photos,  hoping to get at least a couple of shots that I would like enough to add to my Flickr site.

Staten Island Ferry from the St. George, Staten Island Terminal
Sail Boat in New York Harbor

After taking the local bus to St. George, Staten Island, I caught the ferry that takes me into lower Manhattan from where I get the #5 subway going to 86th Street.  From 86th Street, it’s either a short walk to the Guggenheim, to the Metropolitan Museum of Art or to Central Park.  When I got to 86th Street, I would decide which one I wanted to go to.  I ended up in Central Park, entering just south of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

The Boathouse Restaurant

On this cold, windy day, I walk, look and stop ever so often to take a photo during the entire trip.   When I entered the Boathouse restaurant,  I  had lucked-out, because there was an empty seat at the bar, which is hard to find.  There is nothing more pleasant than stopping for an Irish Coffee after walking around Central Park on a cold day.  You should try it.  However, whenever I do this I feel terribly guilty for wasting my money.  An Irish Coffee at the Boathouse Bar costs $10.00, and my only income is my social security check.  It’s really stupid of me to spend what little I have on a drink; however, it’s so much fun.  What can I do.   I’m only human.

After my drink, pleasant, but not strong enough for a slight buzz, I walked around the lake heading for the Bethesda Terrace, where, after taking a few shots of Canadian geese, I made a small video of the street musician is always there (see below.  I included it in a larger video).  I gave him a dollar, which I felt obligated to do after taking so many photos of him.

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Saxophone Player at the Bethesda Fountain

Even though it was cold, it was sunny, and many families and friends already enjoying the park.  However, I felt so angry at myself for spending the $10.00 on a drink that was gone in about two minutes.  I could have just sat down in the cafe with a cup of coffee for less than $2.00, and that would have done me just as well.  I left out one thing at the beginning of this story, I awoke that morning with a slight headache.  I was struggling all morning to get over it, which is one reason I had the Irish Coffee.   I thought it might cure me, but it didn’t.  I didn’t feel all that bad, just not quite 100%, and the cold wind hitting me in the face didn’t help matters.

Leisurely, I walked to the zoo, but I didn’t go in.  I thought I would wait until later because they are having something called Winterfest on Fridays and Saturdays from 2:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m.  During this time they are offering a 10% discount on zoo membership cards, which is something I’ve wanted for a long time.  By  2:00 pm, I knew I would be too tired for the zoo, so I decided to come back  next Friday when Winterfest would happen again.

After all that walking through Central Park, from 86th Street to 59th Street, I was beginning to get a little tired–after all I am 68–Get real.  Therefore, I decided to take the “R” Train down to 14th Street where after doing a little shopping at the Whole Foods Market, I planned to catch the Express Bus back home to Port Richmond.

On the “R” subway heading for 14th Street, I sat facing the front.  I have trouble reading on the buses and subways, because of the movement.  Besides the trip is usually so short, I just start reading when I have to get off, so, I look at people.  Across the isle, was a young man, thirtyish, whose well-groom-ness stood out.  He wore dark glasses, a knitted cap, and a well-tailored pea coat.  He was a different type than the average American male.  I made the  mental note that he might be gay, or a European on vacation.

Two Canadian Tourists Breakfasting in Central Park

Another well-groomed man, sitting next to me, asked me if our train stopped at City Hall.  I wondered if he were a tourist or just a man who didn’t ride the subway very often, but I didn’t ask.  He was pleasant, and very respectable looking and acting.  On the subway, respectability stands out.  I told him that he should get off at Fulton Street, from there he could walk to City Hall.  We continued with small talk that was so small, I can’t remember it.

The subway stopped at its next scheduled stop.  The aforementioned young man, got up, stuffed a paper money bill into my hand, then ran out the door before it shut.  I opened my hand and looked at the green bill.  As soon as I saw the 100 in the corner and the picture of Benjamin Franklin looking up at me, I closed my hand up again.  My face  flushed.  This nice-looking man, with whom I was small-talking, smiled and asked me how much it was, but I said that I would rather not say, and that didn’t phase him.  The most discomfort that has come towards me in my life has been out of jealousy from others, which has affected me by making me less forthcoming.  Besides, one of the most basic of New York survival rules is that you don’t count your money on the subway or tell others how much you’ve got, and I couldn’t put this rule aside even in this instance.

“Does this happen to you often?”  The kind stranger sitting next to me asked.

“It’s never happened to me before in my whole life.”  I answered.  I analyzed how receiving this money felt.  I was feeling, and, as I told this man, that although this was a thrilling experience, it’s still a better feeling to give than to receive.  Receiving is fun, but the fun feeling is not as deep as the fun feeling when one gives.  Suddenly, I noticed that the subway had stopped at my stop, 14th Street.  I got up and ran out the door, just making it before it closed, and unfortunately without saying  a goodby to the nice man.  I said a little silent prayer, asking God that maybe some day he could make it possible for me to do the same thing to other people.

After grocery shopping at Whole Foods, I walked over to GNC and stocked up on the vitamins that I was getting low on. Already, more than half of my $100 was gone, but if I hadn’t been given that money, I would be nearly broke now with a whole month to get through before my next social security check.  On my way home on the Express bus, I did a lot of meditating.

I had so resented spending $10 on that Irish Coffee, but if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have ended up on that exact subway car that I was on, and I wouldn’t have gotten the $100.  That makes me think that we shouldn’t regret anything.  Maybe everything that happens is part of a larger plan?

Sometimes, I think people get discouraged from giving to other people who never seem to give anything back.  However, it seems to me, that everything evens out.  If you give to other people, they may not reciprocate, but it will come back to you eventually,  but in an unexpected way.  However, that is if you give out of love for giving, and genuine concern for the other person, not because you expect something back.  Everything evens out.  It always seemed to me that if I lost something, I would later find something that would compensate for the loss, and vice versa.  The order that exists in the universe astounds me.  That order is what is God.  I think that if one can recognize that order, it will help them to have faith.  Kierkegaard said that faith is the most important thing and is what distinguished one person from another.  I think this is correct.  Order on the metaphysical level brings order on the physical level.  We have to have order in our minds before we can have order in our outer lives, and faith establishes true order.  By “true order” I mean order that is not interrupted by some light mishap.  Some people who seem to have little faith, lived orderly lives from all appearances, but their lives are ordered out of fear, and not out of faith.  When that happens, any little thing that happens can upset that order, and their life falls like a house of cards.  I think virtue and faith are the same thing.

Aristotle on Happiness

Aristotle said that happiness is a combination of action and virtue–virtuous action.  My subway incident was the combined action of giving and receiving.  He gave and I took.  However, his action of giving was more virtuous than my action of accepting; therefore, his level of happiness from this incident was deeper than mine.  God bless him.  Granted, I’m still very happy about it.  It was a great Christmas present.  I love this city.

Once home,  I made the following video with some of my photos I took during the day.  I think I got a few nice shots, but nothing earth shattering.  I only put two on Flickr, the subway shot and one of my shots of Canadian Geese that you will see if you watch the video.

You might also enjoy reading my other post  “Manhattan Adventure Story.”

Autumn Finally Comes to Central Park

(above) Video I made today of street musicians who use Central Park as their venue.

Spent the day in Central Park. The autumn colors came very late this year, but they’ve finally arrived. Very warm today for late October, around 75 degrees. I hope you will like some of the photos I took.

Had a Cuban Libre at the Boat House Restaurant
View of Central Park and Midtown Manhattan from the Roof Garden at the Metropolitan Museum of Art

You might also enjoy reading Wish you were here: Pictures from an Autumn Walk in Central Park,

at the “Walking off the Big Apple” website.

Bow Bridge across the Lake

Sunday Afternoon in Central Park

Yesterday, Sunday, October 24th, I spent most of the day in Central Park. It’s almost November and the leaves are just starting to wear their beautiful autumn colors. Very late this year. The warm day was almost 70 degrees and so many people. The following are a few of the photos I took.

Bethseda Fountain on a Sunday Afternoon

Near the Mall in Central Park

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Manhattan Adventure Story


In my view, you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it

…Emile Zola

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Zoo Attendant Feeding Fish to the Harbor Seal at the Central Park Zoo

Today, caught the #53 bus in Staten Island headed to Brooklyn where I planned on transferring to the R subway to continue my trip into Manhattan.  Because of construction, the subway was out of service from where I planned to board.  However, this problem ceased to exist when a shuttle bus appeared to transport the strap hangers to  36th Street where the subways were not incapacitated due to construction.  When our shuttle arrived at 36th Street, I noticed a rummage sale going on at a church across the street.  As is my way, I checked it out.  At the sale, I espied many attractive items of sartorial excellence that the church was generously offering without remuneration to whomever desired to take the items away.  I took four items (long yellow corduroy shorts, 2 charming sweaters, 1 floor-length denim skirt in a shade that defies description).  I would have taken more if I could have carried more.  Despite my arms being weighed down in haute couture, I decided to continue my journey to New York City’s most illustrious borough–Manhattan.

I exited the D Subway at the Time Warner Center at Columbus Circle. I know I said I was going to take the R train, but that didn’t materialize into reality, which is how I ended up on the West side rather than the East side, which had been my initial plan.  Living in New York, if nothing else, has made me adaptable.  One soon learns to always have a Plan B in case Plan A doesn’t work out.  After browsing through Borders Bookstore, one of the many stores in the Time Warner Center, I shelled out $2 for an edifying, beautifully illustrated essay on the many uses of  leftover yarn.  In a state of artistic frenzy, I began to take pictures of the building around me.  The Time Warner Center is a multi-floored, glass-windowed, above-ground mall, which houses many of the usual mall shops as well as A Whole Foods Market, that also attracts people with cameras like honey attracts ants.

After taking a photo of the Fernando Botero statue, I began walking through Central Park to my destination, The Central Park Zoo. By this time, I was becoming very tired lugging my exquisite new wardrobe additions around in the 90 degree heat.  This prompted me to search through a trash can hoping to find an empty shopping bag in which to put my acquisitions to lighten my load.  Bingo.  I found one.  After organizing my accoutrements into my new bag, my throat felt parched so I began looking for a water fountain.  The park, teaming with sweating and panting people, walking, on skate boards, on bicycles and running, despite the heat, I found stimulating.  I was glad I had come.  After succumbing to buying a Poland water from a vendor, I saw this pretty girl with a pretty dog and asked her if I could take their photo.  She responded with a sweet “sure.”

Pretty girl with pretty friend under a tree on a Saturday Afternoon in Central Park

I walked to the Pond.  A goose family, obviously with Canadian passports, consisting of a mother, father and their kiddies, fearlessly approached.  Fortunately, I had some granola on me, which I proffered them.   I assumed they appreciated it, since they didn’t hesitate to gobble it up as soon as it hit the grass.  After my new feathered friends and myself said our goodbyes, they jumped into the pond to cool off.  Unfortunately, I couldn’t do that without getting arrested; therefore, I picked up my heavy shopping bag and continued on my foot journey to the zoo.

Goose Family in Central Park
Mother and Father with progeny enjoying an afternoon in Central Park

This unparalleled adventure continues:

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Snow Leopard Relaxing in the Shade at the Central Park Zoo

Once in the zoo, I passed by the seals showing off for the tourists and headed for the polar bears to see how they were coping with the 90 degree heat. I wasn’t the only person looking for them and wondering about how they were doing.  Since no one could find them, it soon became apparent they were hiding under the water of their pool to keep cool.  Unfortunately, my photos of the penguins, and the African Ibis came out blurry; therefore, due to artistic vanity, none appear here.  The pigs at the children’s zoo had such fat bellies that people thought  them pregnant.  But, they’re called “pot-bellied pigs” for a reason.

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Fernando Botero Sculpture in the Time Warner Center
The Warner Center at Columbus Circle in Manhattan

 

Turtles and Ducks Sun Bathing Together at The Pond in Central Park
This was either Otis or Oliver, the two pot-bellied pigs in the Central Park Children's zoo

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If you liked this post, you might check out my post entitled “Subway Adventure Story,” about an incident I had on a New York City Subway.