Today we only took Anne’s little red camera. It was nice having no backpack on our long day, and it started at the colorful Nyack farmers market with Enid.
I think of them as outdoors like Santa Barbara, but here it’s in this cozy building with nice music. A’s camera then rode with us to Bob’s workplace in Manhattan and walked to the P.O. across from Madison Square Garden.
Yes, that’s my head wearing a cheapo toque we bought on a prior adventure (it was cold!). You’re beginning to see the theme: A’s camera looking at me while I’m looking at our Places of the day. Next of course was inside the PO where we felt transported back a millennium to a time when all correspondence was on paper like this missive to May.
Then to save time getting across town we took the subway. It was an adventure in many ways, but being newbies we would actually have taken about the same time and had more fun just walking the thriving street to get across town.
With the clatter of noisy trains, other sounds were drowned out but we appreciated the effort these musicians were making. At last we reached the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
This place will richly reward several full days of exploration by art lovers. As you’ve guessed, we were there for a somewhat shorter visit. Maybe a bit over half an hour, much of which we invested on Tara’s suggested Street. It’s a sloMo shift into the dance of city streets accompanied by enchanting guitar. By the time we were back outside, we’d learned to momentarily switch the sights and sounds into sloMo. Our walk thru Central Park was especially magical.
Later when we passed Radio City Music Hall where there was a monster media sports draft event going on, the psyche was still permeable and the deafening din barely concealed a substrate of total silence with a hint of guitar.
I confess that even before viewing the art film Street at the museum, my head was occasionally back in yesterday’s air over the city.
I’ve looked at Life from both sides now.
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