A blend of ‘smart’ and ‘hard’ work, we loved these portraits at Ripley’s Believe It or Not, in New York City.
Casa Loma, in Toronto, was Sir Henry Mill Pellatt’s early 20th century residence.
Inside Casa Loma, there’s a tunnel – 800 feet long – which was once a secret passage between the castle and horse stables.
A mix of drug addiction and homelessness is a global lethal reality. You may see it everywhere.
I don’t know who he is but he sat there, unfinished, for three months last summer. Then, fall came, and he disappeared. I hope to see him again this summer.
Tenth Anniversary of 9/11, New York City.
Two treasure moments of preciousness:
We visited the 9/11 Memorial soon after it opened to public on Sep 12, 2011. These pictures were taken then.
I’d like to quote what Barrack Obama, President of the USA, said on the occasion:
When people visit the 9/11 memorials in the future, they will know that nothing can break the will of a truly United States of America. They will be reminded that we are not perfect, but our democracy is durable, and that democracy — reflecting, as it does, the imperfections of man — also gives us the opportunity to perfect our union. That is what we honor on days of national commemoration — those aspects of the American experience that are enduring, and the determination to move forward as one people.
You touch the feet of Theodore Dwight Woolsey, and you’ll study at Yale.
Did I touch his feet when I toured Yale University? Yes
Could I study at Yale? No
Grab the bull by its balls, and it’ll bring you financial good luck.
Did I grab the balls? Yes, the cold bronze
Did the grabbing help? No
Lastly, on a Halloween night:
Do I need that mask to be called a devil? No
So I am a devil? Yes
Do I hate myself? Not yet
Happy Ending or Nappy Ending? Happy ending, hopefully.
As I was taking this selfie, my shadow humanized the incomplete snowman who looked better and fitter.
When we were in Los Angeles, we didn’t miss the opportunity to visit The Getty Center. The J.Paul Getty Museum turned out to be one of the best museums we ever visited. Everything from sculptures to decorative arts, drawings to pre-20th century European paintings grabbed our attention.
The cable-pulled tram took us from the parking garage at the bottom of the hill to the museum at the top of the hill. The museum has a 7-story deep underground parking garage.
Self-Portrait as Midas (in patinated plaster) by Jean-Joseph Carries. Midas, the mythological king of Phrygia, was known for his foolishness. Apollo, punishing Midas for having favored the satyr Marsyas over himself in a musical contest, gave the king the ears of an ass.
The Elements Paying Tribute to Friendship (in marble) by Louis-Simon Boizot. The four elements (Earth, Water, Fire and Air) in the guise of ancient gods pay homage to Friendship who’s standing on the pedestal. (I love this one)
During the tenth anniversary of 9/11 in 2011, the tribute in light dwarfed the (object of a) street lamp post. I remember I was in New York City the whole day, waiting for the evening to capture this.
In Massachusetts, we experienced the mystery of Mayflower.
Mayflower II is the replica of the 17th century ship that transported pilgrims to the New World. The replica traveled from Plymouth, England to Plymouth, Massachusetts in the 1950s. The project was meant to commemorate the United States-United Kingdom cooperation during World War II.
Bridges connect lands, shine after rain, and wink when there’s sun on steel.
I’m very familiar with these bridges — they get my undivided attention.
Brooklyn Bridge connects Manhattan and Brooklyn. Love locks and the everlasting love.
It was a day of fun at CN Tower. The view from the Observation Deck was spectacular.
The night view
An Impromptu Poem
Their love’s not strange
Like all fathers and all sons they are,
Their equations can’t change
For how many years there are
A father and a son
They wait for the Sun,
In the middle of the night
When the Moon shines bright
The father tries again
The forecast predicted rain,
Clouds shroud the Moon
The son cries soon
Rain lashes at the windows
Flash, the Moon goes,
The son isn’t sleepy
The father is weepy
Then he croons Little Piggy
The rain’s jiggy jiggy
Clouds clear, the Moon returns
The Sun’s still far, off the light turns
The father and the son
After the day’s fun
Embrace sleep and night
For morning’s first light.
On Canal Walk in Indianapolis I saw this beautiful Irish Wolfhound spending family time with its master.
It felt surreal as I clicked these from our apartment.
These are some of my favorite clicks:
I photograph birds whenever there’s an opportunity. Could anyone imagine a world without birds? And here, each bird gets a quote.
A fellow blogger’s article on suicide in Niagara Falls An Open Letter To The Lost was well received. I loved the piece so much that it lingered in my mind for days and yesterday, I began looking for the pictures that I’d taken when my wife and I were at the Falls.
Lucky to have been there thrice.
I captured this from the window of my apartment. After Nor’easter and Polar Vortex, icy river has been a common sight.
There was no sun for most part of the day yesterday with temperature hitting 0 F. Then: in the chill and gloom of the evening, the sun appeared out of nowhere, giving the melancholy a glittering break.
As per the National Weather Service, “Much of the United States will see the coldest temperatures in almost 20 years. They are expected to be 30 to 50 degrees below average in some cities.”
All the best!
A few hours into it, Nor’easter has already dumped 4 inches of snow. This may continue for a couple of days before we have a foot of snow to stare at. Temperature: 17 degree F; Wind: 15 mph.