Pinecone!
These buildings are being built on the West Side of NYC, near 34th St. We were walking along the Highline this summer, and I saw this from a distance. I said to my husband it looked like a pine cone! We had to walk over to it to discover what it was and what it was called. (This structure is called The Vessel, but I WILL always refer to it as the PINE CONE. š and will always be in the Christmas spirit when I see it!)
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April 1st is no fool.
Today, most of this country would agree spring is here to stay. The flowers are about three weeks ahead of schedule down this way. We have officially finished the first quarter of the year!
It is a day where one must be careful of what gossip you are quick to spread because the pranksters are out in full force—I already see that a favorite quilt site is āno longer selling fabricā and Loweās has figured out to permeate the house with the smell of bacon, without actually cookingā¦.
But I digress. For me, it is an easy 1/4 way point to check in on how things are progressing with my WORD of the year, āMOTIONā and all those pesky resolution-type things.
MOTION –Yesterday, Arlie and I participated in the Monument Ave. 10Kā¦ We walked with a few spurts of running. Our times were 1:39:55 and 1:40:11 respectively. Timmy was supposed to join but he had to work 
I woke up today with no real paināa bit of stiffness—other than blisters on the second toe of each foot, and sore toenails. Yes, I said toenails. Definitely proud of our accomplishment and I look forward to doing it again!
I have finished the first two items on the CEO Challenge at my not so-LQS, Quilting Adventures—
2×4– need to take a shot of this totally quilted but no one else is awake to hold itā¦
Spinning Plates
(I would say the next one is easy, it requires so littleā¦butā¦. there IS a reason it ended up on the UFO pile, right?)
The idea to be creative every day has actually not been terribly hard, if you allow for lack of photographic proof on a daily basis, and have a VERY elastic understanding of CREATIVE!
These are some of the more obvious creative days Iāve had this month.
Layla at the Park
Layla in disbelief at the story this Easter bunny is telling her.
Maymont
Appomattox River
I entered this photo—
The Decisive Moment
in Marchās Photo Show at PRAC, in Petersburg, VA. I won Honorable Mention! See more New York City photography.
Ok, so there. I did accomplish something.
However, Yesterdays donāt count anymore and all that. Today is the first day of the rest of your life, etc etc.
I didnāt make much progress on the cleaning/decluttering/organization stuff. BOORRRRRRIINGā¦.
I am focused this next few months on Photography. I have three events coming up. Two show and sales–
The Heart of Virginia on May 5th, and the Fort Clifton Festival on the following weekend, the 12 and13 of May. (Canāt find a better linkā¦this is an issueā¦.)
Then, in June, I am having a photo exhibit down at PRAC and still have to settle on what Iām showing!!
(canāt you see the cleaning/organizing/decluttering being pushed away, AGAIN!!??)
6,700,000 minutesĀ running,Ā 235,000 odd minutes left. (–and counting).
How do you measure—-
MeasureĀ success?
Measure a life?
A gritty, sad, uplifting tale, tossed into the 1990’s in NYC and it is iconic now. Just the other day I was in the city for the afternoon, on a no particular destination roam-about. And walking past The Nedelander Theater, the walls covered with graffiti caught me as they do, and the wash of a variety of emotions churned aroundĀ in my mind.
My daughterĀ ArlieĀ fell in love with Rent way back in the 8th grade, 10 years ago.Ā I closed my eyes and could see her smiling face as she opened the envelope on Christmas morning with her tickets to Rent. She lived with the CD in her Walkman, all the lyrics committed to memory. And it’s probably on her Ipod at this moment.
Another vision of Arlie and I, walking through the smoky, dusty streets of Manhattan on September the 15 or 16 2001, on our way to purchase tickets to Rent so her soon to be step-sister could see the show.
We stood on Broadway in the dusky late afternoon as a parade of heavy machinery, designed to tear things apart, crept southward, and the more final implications of their actions reached deep inside our aching hearts; because those behemoths were all but declaring no one would be found living in the rubble, Guilani’s continued TV proclamations of searching longer to the contrary. It was a quiet moment on Broadway, the same thought probably flitting through every persons mind.
Rent has been on Broadway, it occurs to me, most ofĀ Arlie’s conscious life. All of her adult life. And now she is graduating from college next month (FINALLY ;} ) and Rent will be closing soon too. All around us, things change, grow,move on.
It seems fitting I think, that maybe tickets to Rent could be a part of her graduation celebration. It’s always been there for her so far. Guess I need to find out how difficult it will be to find some tickets to the show.
So how odd indeed, to come home and find an article in the New York Times on the actual genesis of the Wall at the Nederlander? It’s an interesting article… Click here!
Look atĀ myĀ FlickrĀ photos (to the right) for the photos I took last week.
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