TO WALK IN THE APPLE

 

Too live in New York City is to walk. All the subways have stairs. Many many people live in walk-ups. Some of the walk-ups are very spacious and expensive. That is why they are expensive.

This city is always changing. And the changes are organic. Those buildings have grown. Each building when it was built was most likely the highest building in the area. Because it is this way shadows are an important part of the visual landscape on the street and on other buildings.

The heights and the styles of the buildings have grown together. Of course there is tremendous variety and many anomalies happening too.

On the walk up Broadway from East 17th Street to West 23rd Street I pass this intersection which may be 19th street. If it is hot and sunny you walk in the shade, if it is cold and sunny you walk in the sun. If it is early morning, or late afternoon, walking uptown or downtown, from bright mid-day sun through gradual changing approaching dusk, to total night time it is never the same.

Looking toward the roof line or watching where you step it is always changing. Puddles of summer thunder storms or ankle deep slush from massive snow storms and their deposits. And of course people. They appear, they disappear. They walk into your picture when you do not want it, and if you make a composition that requires a person and wait for anybody to walk into it.....they will avoid it. It is well known that people are unpredictable.

 

And of course vehicles, cars, busses, trucks, taxis block your shot and otherwise mar your intention.

New York is a visual wonderland. Being in the proper frame of mind allows the artist to see what is there and perhaps take advantage of it. Sometimes we find the components of a picture and sometimes we seek them out.

At this time I was looking at and for water tanks. They seem to be special to Manhattan and common too. Their shape and placement enhance any architectural city-scape.

 

I sometimes view the City as an organic forest with the buildings

as giant trees and the street as the forest floor and the windows

and their reflections as the flowers to be discovered. You never know what you will see.

I sometimes view the City as an organic forest with the buildings

as giant trees and the street as the forest floor and the windows and their reflections as the flowers to be discovered. You never know what you will see.

New york is a theatrical city. Since the earliest days the costumes

of the inhabitants and the visitors were always funny looking to the others. The original Dutch traders and the English settlers looked funny to each other and to bystanders too. Visiting sailors, homesteaders, Indians were all odd looking to each other. It still goes on.

 

It has been for many years a show business center and people in costume for their own amusement or their profession the casual passerby is always entertained. Sometimes well known people are out to be noticed and sometimes to be ignored. And sometimes ordinary people just get dressed up for a goof. We do not know the motivation but are entertained by the effort. Parades and marathons, ambulances and firetrucks, police cars and taxies, bewildered visitors from the suburbs or from far away the City is visual kicks.

Day and night, the variety of stuff and the people who make, sell

and display these things are endlessly unpredictable. People of every color and size, from every part of the world are in New York.

 

They bring the old country with them and sometimes we can see what that is. The bring the food here and then offer it for sale. It is often delicious. Store windows with incomprehensible writing on them, with things inside that are also mysterious and exotic.