The little guy on the right was looking at me! He loves me. He wants to kiss me. I love how the guy on the left raised his paw like that. He sat there with his paw up like that until the light changed and they moved on. Seriously though, these dogs are gorgeous and so sweet looking. What breed are they?
Someone left these eggplants at the gate of a cemetery on 11th Street (the Second Cemetery of the Spanish and Portuguese Synagogue). I googled “eggplants and cemeteries” and yes, it’s a thing. According to a few sites I found it’s an offering to the spirit Oya, who is an orisha. This particular orisha has influence over death and cemeteries. God, I love the internet.
If you live in New York, you should go to this presentation being given by Larry Racioppo on Wednesday, March 25th, at 7pm at the Central Library in Brooklyn. He’s a great photographer! And the rituals surrounding religion are, well, interesting! For more details click here. The picture below is one of Larry’s of course.
I looked everywhere and couldn’t find the video of our Bach flash mob at the West 4th Street Station. It was supposed to be released yesterday. Thankfully, a fellow participant sent me this link to a video that was made by someone who was there. Maybe the video they thought they’d release just didn’t come out so well. It was a wonderful thing to do in any case, thank you Dale Henderson and Harold Rosenbaum.
I’ve been passing by this store, Kaas Glassworks, for thirteen years (117 Perry Street). They make such beautiful pieces and you can see from this picture of their window how charming this place is. I’d love to have a storefront shop to decorate. I have nothing to sell. Oh, well, my books. Ha. My cats would love to sit in the window, I’ll bet. I’d put a sign over them saying, “The cutest cats in the whole wide world. Sorry. But it’s true. Don’t hate them for their fabulousness.”
I might have posted this before, but this is a picture of me in 1974, trying to learn to play banjo. It’s something I’ve been trying to do on and off ever since. I get into it for a while and then I move on. It makes no sense. Playing banjo is one of the more fun things in life. It’s almost impossible to strum that thing without smiling.
Is there something you’ve been meaning to do but have just never gotten around to it?