With a population of 20 million people, New York City is a great place to people-watch. Every language you can imagine. And it’s free!
Bicycle taxi in front of the Central Library
Some of the 20,000 people in the Sikh parade down Madison Avenue.
Enjoying the late afternoon sun in Bryant Park.
Cops in Grand Central Station
At Coney Island
Kids on a ride at Coney Island
Times Square – Always busy
Classic New York Hot Dog Vendor
Tourists doing selfies. (there were a lot of them)
And yet, despite all the hustle and bustle and millions of people, you can find a quiet spot to enjoy nature right in the middle of Manhattan in Central Park
For the past few days I have been wandering around New York City. April is a great time to visit. Spring flowers and trees in blossom. Perfect temperature for walking from one end of Manhattan to the other.
Since a picture is worth 1000 words I will stick to photos instead of exposition. It will be a trilogy. Spring Flowers – Icons – People
Today has been a beautiful, cold, crisp, clear wintery day in Kingston. Fresh white snow, blue skies, lots of sunshine. My friends in Africa would find this unbelievable. The sun is shining and it is minus 10 degrees. But if you bundle up and soak in the beauty it is truly incredible.
My post about 1953 seemed to be a popular one. I have another school photo from 1957-58 so I will tell you about that year, too.
Our family had moved from Mornington Ave to Victoria Street in London and I was going to Ryerson Public School. I would have turned ten that year. I have a granddaughter older than that now.
When I look at the class photo (Grade 5) i can name all the kids in the photo. Some are just first names but 57 years later I still remember these names. Some of us stuck together through high school. Last week, on Facebook, I saw a photo of some (I initially put the word “old” in here but took it out as they all looked pretty good and I was referring to the duration of our friendship, not the ladies themselves) friends from high school and the girl with the ponytail and the white dress near the middle of the class picture was in the photo.
I wonder what became of these schoolmates. One of them became an Ontario Member of Parliament for several years. His brother was Premier of the province for some time. Where are you now, Alan Cotton, Sandra Hansford, Mina Orenstein, Phillip Somerville, Nancy Lamon, Diane Kendall, Susan Sherlock? I could list them all.
I think it may have been in grade 5 that I started my acting “career”. I wrote, directed and starred in a class production of “The Emperor’s New Clothes”. Sort of the Kevin Costner (or maybe more like the Woody Allen) of my school.
I also remember one of the girls in the middle row putting her tongue on a metal pole in the winter on our way home for lunch and having an episode very similar to Flick in A Christmas Story. She left little shards of tongue on the pole as she tore it off.
What else was happening in 1957? It seems that Elvis Presley and Buddy Holly were popular – Elvis hitting it big on Ed Sullivan and then with his movie, Jailhouse Rock. That year he bought Graceland. When he appeared on network television they would only show him from the waist up, even when he was singing songs like Peace in the Valley. His pelvic gyrations were the 1957 equivalent of twerking and definitely not meant for children to see.
Queen Elizabeth visited Canada to open parliament. John Diefenbaker (Dief the Chief) was Prime Minister of Canada. The USSR put the first orbiting spacecraft into space – a two-foot big satellite called Sputnik. It was a big deal.
That summer I cut my foot on a piece of glass in Gibbons Park that summer. My Dad took me to a doctor friend of his to get stitches and I was pulled around in a wagon for a week and sat by the garage making Plaster of Paris frogs and cars and little soldiers.
At some point we had a 1957 Dodge – white with turquoise strip and huge pointed fins on the back of it. My mom, who used to sing in a band during the war years, got an advertising gig on CFPL radio singing about the “daring new Dodge”. I thought my mom was famous.
With Grandpa Vardon (often in his undershirt) in the Grosvenor Street yard in 1957. The infamous fire pit was off to the left.
My Grandparents lived a few blocks away on Grosvenor Street. They were lots of fun. Grandma Vardon played the accordion – earlier in her life she was a piano player for silent movies. She also liked to have bonfires in her back yard barbecue pit – something that perhaps was not welcomed by the neighbours as evidenced by the occasional arrival of the fire department. I remember vividly roasting marshmallows over the fire as a hoard of firemen with hats and coats and hoses burst into the yard around the garage.
It has been a treat this week to walk to work in summer sunshine past gardens filled with brightly coloured flowers. Sure is different from winter! I want to share some of these beauties with you.
When I visited Bosnia in the spring the weather was particularly cool and damp. I wondered if my photos would be a bit dreary. I was looking through my pictures last night and realized that many of them held vibrant colour and they cried out to me for a poster treatment. So here are a few of my photos, posterized. I don’t usually tart my photos up this way but I kind of like these. Enjoy a brief visit to Bosnia and Herzegovina.
The hill behind Inat Kuča in Sarajevo.
The Mostar Bridge
Street in old Mostar.
This building in Mostar near the river was heavily damaged during the war. It has been shored up with timbers. Snapdragons grow between the bricks on the window ledges. In fact, I didn’t alter this photo. This is how it looked. Dramatic.
Mostar
Sarajevo Market
Coffee time.
The old bridge – Stari most – from which Mostar gets its name.
The Neretva River on the very scenic drive between Sarajevo and Mostaf.
I have switched countries. Now on the east side of the Adriatic in Bosnia where I worked for several years between 1998 and 2009. It is nice to be back. My friend Saša picked me up at the airport and we headed along one of my favourite drives from Sarajevo to Mostar. A twisty road lined with mountains and following the Neretva River.
The weather was threatening rain but the sky was dramatic and there were lots of bursts of sunshine to give great light for photography.
I couldn’t resist bundling up and taking my camera down to the lake shore in front of my apartment building early this morning. It was a frigid -17C but the sun was trying to break through and the wind was whistling fine snow over the breakwater. Stunning.
There is nothing more exhilarating for me then walking on a deserted beach by the sea. This morning on longboat key it is much cooler than yesterday. Early this morning not many people ventured out onto the beach. But it was gorgeous! A cool north wind, bright sky, crashing waves, vast expanses of sandy beach and no one else there but me and one brave seagull. See for yourself.