Photos 18 Jan 2009 09:37 am
PhotoSunday – Whatta Thursday
- This past Thursday was an interesting day in New York.
It was a cold day. We woke to a snow storm. Not a bad one, only about 3 inches of snow. It was one of those nice snow falls that left everything white and clean looking, and the snow was just about gone by the time we went home.
We closed the day by hearing about a plane that had to land in the Hudson River after a flock of geese crashed through and destroyed the jet engines. No one was hurt, all the luggage was lost, and the pilot was proclaimed a “hero” – word of the decade.
It was a positive day. As David Letterman said, perhaps this will auger a different and more hopeful year to come. We had our first sample of it when Obama’s candidate for Attorney General told Congress that waterboarding is and always has been “torture” and that Gitmo would be closed.
Here are some pictures of snow in the morning and the skies at night. I took the snowy pics and my friend, Steven Fisher, took the shots in the sky. The pic above is our latest studio kitten, Ian, looking out the window as the snow falls in the alleyway.
Looking West, down Bleecker Street, at 6:30 in the morning.
That’s the Picasso statue in front of the NYU housing quarters on Bleecker Street.
Here’s a closer shot of it. Snow falls lightly, almost invisibly, around it.
Some early morning leaves.
Looking up – East – the heart of Bleecker St.
The famed Bitter End, with a slippery sidewalk.
The famed Le Figaro Cafe – oh, wait . . . that’s right
Le Figaro was destroyed to give us a fast food Mexican joint.
History rolls on, despite all the famous people that traipsed through Le Figaro.
Bleecker Street, looking West to the Hudson River. The invisible falling
snow has gotten so heavy it’s hard to get my automatic camera to focus.
Finally, reaching the studio where the snow was getting heavy but
didn’t show up in many of my pictures. This shot looks up at the sign
as you’d exit the studio, generally banging your head on the brick overhang.
on 18 Jan 2009 at 12:23 pm 1.Ray K. said …
I was heartbroken when, September or so, I brought an out-of-town friend to The Figaro and found it all shut up, windows covered, its marble tables and cafe chairs a sad jumble. I won’t forget its cozy fireplace, the mixed smells of fresh espresso and lardons, the walls shellacked floor to ceiling with those yellowed pages of Le Figaro and Le Monde. What a beautiful, old place–I will miss it very much.