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Upstate, Downstate

30 Dec

We left the house early a few weeks ago, to get back to the city in time to do some Christmas shopping, and this is what greeted us at the top of the hill.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll probably say it again, but leaving the house is so hard when we’re surrounded by this much beauty.

Sunset

But, it’s okay.  Especially when the skies are blue and the clouds are fluffy, the air is brisk and the rushrushrush tempo of the city slows down just a wee little bit, like it has this week between Christmas and New Year.

I’m off from work. Like, really off.  Like, barely checking my Blackberry and marking all my emails as “read” without reading them.  So, what have I been doing?  I’ve been out, walking around–Arctic-chill be damned!–marveling at my city like a tourist.

Just who’s having the most found around here, me or the tourists? Well, my money’s on, uhm, me. See why.

Walka Walka Walka

13 Feb

I walked to work on Wednesday.

I entered Central Park through the Women’s Gate, near Strawberry Fields.  Within two minutes, I was deep enough into the park to have left the roar of the city behind me.  I was surrounded by mist and bird calls and tiny muffled sounds.  There were snow drops and spaniels and hurrying commuters and me, slowly making me way to the end of the park, wallowing in the beauty.

By the time I made it to The Mall, the sun had burned through the morning mist and returned the park to the land of shadows and bustle.

From Grand Army Plaza, I walked straight down Fifth Avenue.  Gawking at all the fantastically stylish women tottering on their sky-high heels I felt a bit like Bill Cunningham, and a little dowdy in my sensible shoes and too warm coat.

Click here for more walking, including a jaunt along the Hudson.