I'm admittedly being a terrible blogger, promising so many Dublin tales and turning up with nil this past week or so. (And in the meantime, also ignoring the onset of NYC winter.) I am blaming it on some nightmarish city apartment troubles which ate up the past week.
Tonight, I was finally able to enjoy a brief winterish walk strolling from 86th down Amsterdam to 72nd, and then heading towards 5th and back down to 59th to catch the train back to Astoria. Invigorated after meeting with the very talented women of my writing group, my theme for this walk was spotting the random, hidden stream of Christmas lights on private residences and hidden areas, ie, a back fire escape or maybe just one window down and otherwise dreary side street. I don't know, perhaps there is art in this or perhaps I was just on a bit of a wine buzz. I did pass a number of Big Apple Tours on the Holiday Light Loop, though they were most likely more interested in the blaring displays from Tavern on the Green and Trump Tower--not the dingy, more subtle displays I sought out.
Tonight, I was finally able to enjoy a brief winterish walk strolling from 86th down Amsterdam to 72nd, and then heading towards 5th and back down to 59th to catch the train back to Astoria. Invigorated after meeting with the very talented women of my writing group, my theme for this walk was spotting the random, hidden stream of Christmas lights on private residences and hidden areas, ie, a back fire escape or maybe just one window down and otherwise dreary side street. I don't know, perhaps there is art in this or perhaps I was just on a bit of a wine buzz. I did pass a number of Big Apple Tours on the Holiday Light Loop, though they were most likely more interested in the blaring displays from Tavern on the Green and Trump Tower--not the dingy, more subtle displays I sought out.
After passing and attempting to photograph the fiery lanterns in front of the Dakota (the fear of looking like a tourist caused me to rush the shot), I was reminded that this light-time fascination was born of my recent Dublin eves of nighttime and city-light photo-taking. It's been a pleasure snapping steady non-flash pics since my old editorial pals at Saatchi bought me a wonderful new Canon. (You are sorely missed.) It's helped me develop a whole new appreciation for these numerous and under-appreciated street beacons--from the stop-lights to spotlights to the plain old street lamp.
Over the Liffey.
I'm really not kidding about the street lamps.
An artsy carpark.
St. Stephen's Green
Stephen's Green shopping Center. A band played every night, just to the left.
Ahhh, and yet another angelic lantern.
While I basked in night, Colin was able to capture some great moments of the never-ending Dublin twilight, which I will be blogging more thoroughly about this coming week...
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