There’s something about windows. In the words of Quentin Blake:
You see, I don’t draw from life at all, but I do look out of my window a lot.
A window is alluring as it secures and gives us a view. What we access through it may have varied overtones: a life away from life, the blossoming beyond our reach, frightening us as much, high altitude and back.
Our 4-year-old son – isn’t this a tricky phase – doesn’t listen to us much, but when he’s in an institution he conducts himself well. Thank god. Here, I captured him through the window of his Taekwondo class.
Racing upwards at 14 miles per hour in a glass-fronted elevator, it took us 59 seconds to reach the observation deck (116th floor) of CN Tower. If I edit this photo, Ripley’s Aquarium of Canada may look like a leaflet. For more CN Tower posts, visit CN Tower defies gravity and CN Tower in Toronto.
From atop the CN Tower, and as the sun peeked through clouds, Billy Bishop Toronto city airport (center-right) looked abandoned.
I’ve said this several times and am saying it again that we are lucky to be living in an apartment with this view. For almost a decade now. What you see here: Freedom Tower in downtown Manhattan, the Hudson River, Brooklyn, Marina yacht club in Jersey City. -It was early morning Sunday; the Norwegian Cruise Line ship was returning to Manhattan from Bahamas. We’d taken this ship for our Bahamas and Florida tour some years prior. See Life on board the Norwegian Gem and Great Stirrup Cay in Bahamas.
The window that gave us utmost happiness also worsened our fears during Hurricane Sandy in 2012. The effects were severe in NJ and NY: businesses lost billions of dollars, half a million homes were destroyed, around 50 people were killed. I took this picture around 9 pm. Storm surge/strong wind pounded Newport, flooding the walkway up to ten feet. Sustained wind speed: 75 mph. We’d taken this advisory from our building management seriously: “…all windows in the apartment are maintained closed, locked and the blinds in the lowered position…that the wind is not permitted any opening, which if allowed, can potentially result in the further opening of window or, worse yet, ripping out the entire window.” Though we lost electricity and the fire alarm beeped all night, we survived unhurt. -Strange that I remember what Jean-Jacques Rousseau once said: Every man has the right to risk his own life in order to preserve it. Has it ever been said that a man who throws himself out the window to escape from a fire is guilty of suicide?
We had fun riding this tramway that spanned the East River and connected Upper East Side to Roosevelt Island. Midway to the island and at its highest elevation of 250 feet, we saw another tramway journey back to Manhattan. The window overlooked East River, the Queensboro Bridge and Roosevelt Island.
As we approached the Toronto-Pearson International airport in Canada, the pilot’s reminder to fasten our seat belts matched these bumpy clouds we saw through the window.
At Mount-Pleasant station in Brampton, Ontario, the windows of this moving bus reflected the not-so-clear activities behind me. Billy Wilder had said: An actor entering through the door, you’ve got nothing. But if he enters through the window, you’ve got a situation.
Mail trucks don’t use window doors in summer. Here, I see the driver’s seat and the bright ambiguity through it.
Windows to a soul (Photo Challenge). Witty and attitude (Daily Prompt).
Clouds may gather, dusk may approach, people may whisper – the Empire stays true to its name.
For Day 4 of my B/W Photo Challenge, I show you the 360-degree views from the observation deck of the Empire State Building.
Seeking happiness among the concrete?
South view: downtown Manhattan, Brooklyn, the Hudson River, New Jersey. The Freedom Tower stands tall.
North view: midtown, uptown, Central Park (oasis among the concrete).
East view: East River, Queens, Brooklyn.
West view: New Jersey, the Hudson River (a beautiful river separating Manhattan from New Jersey).
A panoramic view encompassing East River, downtown Manhattan, the Hudson River, New Jersey, and a slice of the observation deck itself.
I link Sabiscuit for this challenge. Sabiscuit is an impressive blog.
We know that the immigrants built this country, suffering years and years of toil and struggle. This bronze sculpture in Battery Park celebrates the diversity of New York City.
The figures with their dramatic poses include a freed African slave, a worker, a priest and an Eastern European Jew. Indeed this was a
threshold before the freedom beckoned guaranteeing our rights and responsibilities.
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.
The South Pool
The North Pool
One of the WTC buildings
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.
After I reached home, I shot this.
It felt surreal as I clicked these from our apartment.
A thick blanket of fog appeared out of nowhere, as though a jet whooshed past inches above the Hudson River leaving contrails
The more the fog thickened the less the sun’s intensity; the downtown Manhattan skyline is bracing for impact
The sun’s misty brightness; its rays’ reflection in the river were drops of sparkling pearls. But where’s the skyline?
The sun and the fog: Will they or won’t they…?
They met and merged. Every obscurity may not mean enmity. There’s life, love. Any of our interpretations is only reflective of our identity