As they say, ‘Red sky at morning, sailor take warning.’
I waited patiently along The Reservoir’s edge, looking towards 5th Avenue, the Guggenheim, Mt. Sinai Hospital… The sun couldn’t have been there for more than 15-20 seconds, peeking through the slimmest break in the clouds. Behind me was the blanket of the coming storm front, and these clouds were running just ahead of the pack, helping create some dazzling sun rays for us early risers.
These wispy clouds eventually gave way to bands of heavier clouds, but at sunrise there was still a lot of nice sky to be had…
I love early mornings. Some coffee, my bicycle, my tripod, the quiet of the park, maybe a few other riders, or runners, all feeling like they have the entire park to themselves.
Runners pass by in their focus, but of course fellow photographers stop and say hello… Always nice to meet someone as interested in the morning light as I am.
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It’s not easy to know a letter. But I imagine most New Yorkers, or fans of architecture would instantly know this one. The cream colored stucco, the metal of the letter inlayed into the surface, that font…
I studied architecture, and worked in that world for a while, but it was not for me. The dreamy, spiritual side of things is mostly unknown in the day to day world of the junior associate, or the intern. I learned about architecture, it’s psychological power, its ability to transform the mundane or profane into the sacred, and didn’t want to lose that. It still has that feeling to me, and I am thankful for it. But I know why there is that drip edge there – so the water falls off and doesn’t enter the seam of the building where the overhanging roof of the entrance meets the wall. It’s simple, yet someone like Frank Lloyd Wright took the time to make its thickness match other motives in the overall building. It’s all so nice to think about…
These little things make for me, New York what it is.