Mary Sargent © 2006 …………………………….. click to enlarge
Now walking back east. This is last Saturday, Nov. 4.
It's the fire plug.
By the way, for those of you who live in New York, don't miss the Brice Marden exhibit at MOMA. I was converted last night. He had just sort of annoyed me before, in a vague, uninformed way, but now I forgive him whatever it was because, damn, some beautiful stuff there. Especially the drawings. Here's a link to some images, but you won't know what it's all about unless you see the real thing.
See map.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Hell's Kitchen, 45th Street Between Twelfth and Eleventh Avenues
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4 comments:
You paid the bus to park there, right??
Love those comments! And this pic. Makes me want to eat a rasberry sorbet.
I never saw a purple bus
I'd never hoped to see one
But I can tell you without fuss
I couldn't stand to be one.
I never saw a purple bus
But I saw a purple bust.
For which I did not lust
Except, o' course, just
When I let down my guard.
And told myself--I'm not a bard--
To admit that busts are cute
Whether purple, pink, or blute.
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