The Hardest Working Guard at MoMA

Saturday, February 28, 2015


Take a bow, Sir. The crowd around Starry Night was huge and this fellow had to keep stepping in to make sure no-one got too close. There was zero chance he was going to be able to stand in the corner with is arms crossed and doze.


Yep, that's the crowd. And yet, other gems in this same room were resolutely unregarded.  I tried to give them equal time because I am weird like that. It was no great hardship looking at them.


MoMA on a Friday night is a people watching paradise. Art students, tourists, and lots of couples on dates. I wish I had carted my second lense halfway around the world so I could sneak a few more photos of the couples and groups there. They were all beautiful.


Pictures of People Looking at Pictures

Friday, February 27, 2015





La Vie Moderne

Thursday, February 26, 2015


Presumably everyone got their phones out when they entered the store because it was way too cold outside to take off their gloves to use them. Of course, it could also be the free wifi (which seems to be everywhere) and the amazing connectedness of New Yorkers. Everywhere we went people were looking at their phones (maybe I am being very old fashioned complaining about phone use at the table) or chatting to people through their earbud/mic sets. It was weird at first seeing all these people walking around talking to themselves. I quickly realised that most of them were having phone conversations. However, some people really were talking to themselves. Bless them. Being homeless or mentally ill over an NYC winter must be tough.

Frames at The Met

Wednesday, February 25, 2015






They are works of art themselves and the way they hang out from the wall and cast shadows is beautiful.

Sparkles

Tuesday, February 24, 2015




We knew that it would be cold when we planned to go to New York City in the winter but we were a little surprised by just how cold it was. They are having an unseasonably cold February and everyone we met commented on it. -16C anyone?
We spent most of our time indoors exploring the museums, art galleries and shops and didn't feel too limited by the weather. It was an adventure for us Sydneysiders to have snow falling and ice piled up on the footpaths and we only had to deal with it for a week. I feel for those of you who do this for months on end. My sister lived in Boston for 14 years and coped perfectly well - hats off to you Aunty B!
Most of the snow, ice and slush was greyish brown, grotty and smelled pretty ordinary but walking from the Columbus Circle subway station to The Frick across Central Park was amazing. The freshly fallen snow was white, fluffy and glittered like diamond dust in the sunshine. G built a snow bird on a shrub and danced around with delight singing 'do you want to build a snowman' with Aunty S.
The weather forecaster has described the sunshine as merely decorative and he wasn't wrong. It was very strange to see sunshine but not feel it. Very strange indeed.

A Very Big Advenure

Monday, February 23, 2015

 


G and I got home on Sunday from a very big adventure - 10 days in New York City. We traveled with Aunty S and had a truly amazing time. I understand why so many people fall in love with this city. We saw so much and yet there was still so much to see and do and eat. I like to think I'll get back there one day to see some of the things we missed this time.
We've only been back for a day and half and things are already a little crazy. It is hard to hold onto that holiday feeling. I am going to share some photos over the coming days in an effort to keep the holiday bliss alive and to remind myself that it really did happen.
***
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Heart full.
***

My Darling

Saturday, February 21, 2015



She sits high on a shelf and looks down over all the chaos and noise. She is kind of hard to see up there but every now and then I catch sight of her looking down on our crazy and I smile.
Figurines are not usually my thing (lladro must be spanish for creepy dustcatcher don't you think?) but this one was a present from my Nan and she was pretty special. The Great Nanna is what my kids called her, always including the definite article, and we still refer to her that way when we talk about her.
We talk about her quite a lot even though it has been almost 7 years since she passed away, She features in a lot of our family stories, we hear her in some of the things my mum says and we see her in lots of funny little ways. One of my sisters and I were laughing a few weeks ago about how much the littlest Duckling looks like The Great Nan when she walks, waddling around on her skinny little legs. And if, for some reason, I haven't thought about her for a while she is brought to mind every time I see this little figure up high on the shelf.

Blue Mountains Miniature

Friday, February 20, 2015

A teeny tiny painting bought on a weekend trip to the Blue Mountains just before G was born. That was oh so many years ago. Now it hangs on the wall outside her room. I love this little painting. It reminds me of a very happy, slightly apprehensive time. We had no idea about all the wonder that lay ahead of us.
***
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Heart full.
***

Sunshine

Thursday, February 19, 2015


Striking Rosemary

Wednesday, February 18, 2015


Shelves II

Tuesday, February 17, 2015


Shelves

Monday, February 16, 2015


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