Glad I took a picture, because six hungry
women—who'd just hiked all over
the Left Bank of Paris—made short work
of this little snack (and it wasn't easy to get
on a Sunday night when tout est fermé).
[To see more of the Thursday Photo Challenge, visit Dale's meme.]
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
. . . and also for Hungarian.
These are the very talented hands of
my favorite young artist, Maté Orr.
And here's a detail from a painting (Maté is his
own best model) that was hanging up in
his Budapest studio on the day we went to visit.
[To see more ABC posts, go here.]
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
This commuter stopped off for a shine on
his way to work, looking (except for the cell phone
glued to his ear) rather "Mad Men" in his topcoat and fedora.
I don't know how long this shoe-shine stand has been
here in Grand Central Terminal, but the chairs are
leather and mahogany, so probably a while.
[To see more posts from around the world, go here.]
Monday, March 2, 2015
One night last week it was finally warm enough
(i.e., just slightly above freezing) to walk
over the Brooklyn Bridge. Though it was dark by the time
I got to the other side, it was my favorite time of
day—the blue hour—when I started across.
[It's Blue Monday. To see more, visit Smiling Sally's meme.]
Sunday, March 1, 2015
I know these don't look much like flowers
right now. But in two or three months
the frozen buds on this dogwood tree outside
my window will burst into bloom and
the tree will be covered with pink blossoms.
Meanwhile . . .
[To see more of Today's Flowers, go here.]
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Although I would never take for granted
the digital camera that captured this
shot from a speeding train—or want to give up the
camera or the train—it would be fun to travel back
in time just to see what this beautiful Virginia
countryside looked like without the power lines
(and some of our other not-so-attractive mod cons).
[To see more of The Weekend in Black and White,
visit Dragonstar's meme.]
Friday, February 27, 2015
Last Saturday, it snowed—again.
Sunday morning everything was encased in ice.
Then the sun came out and it all began to melt.
Unfortunately, by Monday morning this
puddle was solid ice—again.
[To see more Weekend Reflections, visit James's meme.]