or it could be leaves-dancing/flying/tumbling-in-the-wind-watching. He enjoys both.
Have you ever seen such a cute profile? i mean...really...have you ever?
by the way,you may be wondering what is that fine cross hatching on the image? i had to shoot this through the screen door so i wouldn't break his concentration at least not until i captured this moment.
i had plucked the viola that bloomed in the potted plants' indoor winter quarters and brought it to the dining room so i could sit at the table where the soft light would illuminate all her fine features. As i readied the camera for a second exposure Lucy suddenly leaped onto the table
intent on checking out the source of such pleasantly sweet aroma
This is certainly not acceptable behavior in this household! i shoo her away get ready, again, to snap when, without a sound she reappears intent on tasting the sweet little thing
i snatch it away but not before her sharp little teeth snatch a bite
Obviously i am a forceful disciplinarian when it comes to cats on the table ahem... and i do admit it this capture of Lucy's cross eyed concentration did make me laugh
Generally speaking i avoid The City during Christmas week when the streets and sidewalks are packed even tighter with vehicles and people. But since my dear friend, Beverly was in town and i had not seen her for more than a year my sister and i bundled into our coats climbed aboard the bus and began our journey into The City a good two days before The Big Night.
Beverly was staying uptown with her holiday traveling friend's city cats
We had tea and homemade chocolate cake and chatted away while playing with and stroking Mars, an affectionate black tabby Apollo, a tall, lean ginger tabby who clearly has Abyssinian in his genes and Moon, a pure white furball impossible to resist. Two hours flew by and then it was time for her to dress for her night out as she sent us off to the Jewish Museum to view the exhibit dedicated to her friend Ezra Jack Keats and celebrating the 50th birthday of his groundbreaking classic The Snowy Day (images borrowed from the Ezra Jack Keats Foundation)
Seeing his originals reading his notebooks and journals studying his sketchbooks and story boards being in his presence: Another Christmas gift from our friend.
Refreshed and fed in another way it was time to wend our way back to Port Authority via 5th Avenue and The Christmas Tree at Rockefeller Center. In other words we girded our loins took a deep breath and said, "We can do this."
As expected the bus crept at a snail's pace down the avenue and we were glad to get off when it finally reached the Plaza. We zipped coats quickly and pulled on hats feeling revived in the cold air beneath a tiny, cool blue quarter moon above a glowing city
The sidewalks were teaming with (mostly) smiling multitudes everyone (except for a few true inhabitants trying to simply get home) looking up through cameras or down at their phones or into the enormous staggeringly ornate and elaborate sometimes breathtakingly beautiful sometimes disturbing window displays at Bergdorf Goodman* (more on them a bit later).
We walked under the snowflake at 57th
were charmed by the fantasy worlds created in Jewlery Stores of Great Repute
stopping often to gaze and smile, too
Finally we reached The Tree
where we were promptly swallowed up by the mobs barely escaping all but running toward 6th Avenue where (gasp!) the crowds where even worse (??)
It suddenly stopped being fun and felt as if we might be swept away in a neverending, crushing river of humans almost none of which were speaking English. i'd never experienced anything like this and i didn't like it.
E.T. phone home!
Taxi? Impossible. Then, a swarm of these appeared
i looked at my sister who was already standing in the street away from the flooding sidewalk we both smiled and her arm shot into the air.
We negotiated with the cyclist-driver who (thank our lucky stars) was clearly an American English speaking person and climbed into the carriage/cab.
The next thing we know we are moving into the stream of cars, buses and taxis and between cars, buses and taxis (bus and taxi drivers showing him/us every courtesy. Who knew such a comraderie reigned on these streets?) i am so astonished i do not notice, until he turns left into the center lane on Broadway that he has taken us into the very heart of Times Square!
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Giant double decker buses pulling away from the curb next to us pause letting us go first taxis beep in a friendly way and their passengers smile at us grinning and laughing even (i confess) hooting once or twice.
i've never been one for roller coasters or amusement park rides but this this was fantastic Truly. the stuff of fantasy. At least for me. i would do this again in a heartbeat!
We miss the 6:45 bus and so wait, and wait on sore feet to snag a seat in a deli for a bite to eat and are the first in line for the 7:50 that takes us away from The City and, two hours later back to our home in the country where we are greeted by our own four paws friends and hang our coats in the alcove by the window