Penn station to Rockefeller Center can be a pleasant stroll up 6th Ave. Even more so if you wing a right on 40th and cut through Bryant Park.
Bryant Park is wearing it’s post-Fashion Week (Sod off, mate, can’t you see I’m getting dressed?) late winter look. A little bleak, almost moor like. Additionally so with the appearance of a business man, jacket set aside, warming up his bagpipes on the northern perennial walk.
A bagpipe, mind you, which could not be heared from 6th Ave. - such is the rush hour sound pollution (trucks, cabs, pipes - you takes your chances) Bagpipes, definitely an outdoor instrument.
The park has a very continental aspect to it. Tourists, an unseasonal balminess dragging her date (The Great St. Patrick’s Day sleet storm of ‘07) around town to see the sights, French bistro chairs, New Yorkers with a few minutes in their day enjoying the morning paper, a last cigarette before the office, the sang froid with which those same New Yorkers regard the piper before turning to “Metropolitan Diary”. “Ah, yes”, flick, turn “The first Robin of Spring, or something”, turn, flick, page B2.
No doubt our man was warming up the blower, or transmission or whatever those things require to keep them alive for the holiday weekend parade.
Rockefeller Center is featuring a wet skate session. Staff squeegeeing water off in between Hamill Camels.
Even the subways are acquiring a much needed breath of Spring.
This gentleman offered wonderful renditions of Ray Charles’ music on his steel drums - “Georgia”, “You don’t know me”, “Come rain or come shine” beautifully flourished and masterfully handled.
New York was having a very musical morning. Lacking only the saxophonist who works both the Times Square shuttle and the Broadway line, complete with flashing antennae. Saxophone - not exactly an indoor instrument.
In fiber news;
Quilters call it “quilting for cover” just something slammed together with not much of a plan, utilitarian, for warmth. Socks in Koigu Kersti are very cushy and very warm. Maybe it’s the neon. I present;
“Rachel Carson Sunrise”.
Not normally a fan of the pooling effect variegated yarns tend towards I am amused at the limited pooling in the cuff. The neon pink, wine and cherry reds say Nuclear Morning. Just the thing for a second layer of warmth on a cold January (or March) location shoot.
As seen here, after the storm.
What a wonderful world.