The mile-long path borders marshland in the Marina District, crosstown from the Boardwalk that we usually associate with AC. On one side of the path is beautiful shoreline, which is desolate in the winter. The paved path undulates like the shoreline it follows. Continue reading Shoreline Solitude in Atlantic City
In Midtown Manhattan it’s so easy to forget that New York is a city of active rivers, with shipping and ferries, sightseeing boats and sights to see. This is the view at sunset near where I currently work in New York City. Continue reading The Hudson River at Dusk
Funhouse mirrors are not just for carnivals. Continue reading The Mirror Challenge While Laughing
When life from other planets visit Earth in the future, will they need to use restrooms? Continue reading Aliens and Restrooms: A Question for the Future
Driving on the Boulevard, I stopped for a think at a nature preserve. I felt a lot like this windmill: weathered, with resting places for everyone but me.
BUT a brief walk revealed beauty in the chilly, stark surroundings. Continue reading Sad to Glad: Cheering Up In The Salt Marsh
If last year was the Summer of Free Music, this was The Summer of Firstevers.
I took my first cruise to my first visit to Canada. I was happily shocked that the huge ship was so stable that I often forgot that we weren’t in some landlocked resort, but rather, in the Atlantic Ocean. I will revisit the cities of Saint John and Halifax because a few hours is simply not enough time to experience a culture. I loved what I did see: the rugged coast, the historic structures, the friendly people, lighthouses. Even the rain, though inconvenient, seemed appropriate.
I did my first Manhattenhenge, the event where the setting sun lines up with Manhattan’s crosstown streets. I have worked in Manhattan my entire adult life and only this year thought to view this phenomenon.
After exhaustive research (ok, mostly Pinterest searches) I discovered keratin products to to tame my curly, coarse hair. It’s laborious, and the blowing out will probably result in nicely defined upper arms. That would seem like a shallow accomplishment but we are often treated according to our appearance. It’s easier to leave the house knowing that I look my personal best.
I attended my first blogging conference and enjoyed it more than I anticipated. It’s still daunting to know how much technical, creative and monetary potential a blog has. I would love to find an in person, college-level, certificate granting course to make me a blogging expert.
For the first time ever, I saw what it takes to set up a classroom. I was honored to help my daughter clean and arrange the disorganized schoolroom that she was assigned. She did most of the work days before I arrived but there was plenty to wash and sort and hang on boards. I had no idea how many learning tools exist, from math manipulatives to finely-leveled readers, many of which had been haphazardly stored in very large bags.
So many disparate experiences, all connected by the chances to do and learn new things. To be sure, I have spent a fair amount of time doing nothing of interest, but I am so grateful for the past few months’ growth opportunities.
Recently, Someone Much Smarter Than Me explained the concept of neuroplasticity, where the brain is capable of creating new neurons that enable us to learn things. New experiences trigger the creation of these neural pathways as well. You can actually grow brain cells!
(Disclaimer: I was the kid who lit incense in high school biology, fought against dissecting a frog and avoided all science classes since then.)
Early spring, just before the season begins, is a great time to visit the North Fork of Long Island.
Another definition of “fresh” is naughty, and right next to those dead fish was this:
So when a friend asked if I’d like to join her in Atlantic City I gave the only correct answer: Yeah! Atlantic City is a gambling town on the ocean at the very southern end of New Jersey. Off season, in February, the casinos are busy and the boardwalk is almost desolate. But it’s the best route between attractions. I kept reminding myself that the hardy locals here do this every day.
Atlantic City is a few degrees warmer than New York, which sometimes makes a difference in precipitation: rain versus snow. Cold versus
freezing cold. Able to take some pictures versus “I can’t. My fingers are frozen.”
But seafoam in the wintertime is refreshing.
Short days, cold nights, winter malaise. Time to plan an adventure!
That’s 7:05 PM outside the shadowed Houses of Parliament in 2012. I loved London.
Well, summer 2014 is now officially in the past: I wore tights today. My outerwear will get thicker and warmer until the point in winter where I’ll look like an animated sleeping bag. My thoughts on this chilly, worky Monday kept wandering to warmer places, like the beach in Quepos, Costa Rica. Here it is at dusk in December, 2007.
Yes, I scoured the archives for something that made me think of refraction!
The last time I did this hike was twelve years ago but this weekend’s whirlwind visit to my middle brother, who lives in Los Angeles, gave me the opportunity to do it again. I’m quite sore but so grateful to him for indulging me. It’s ironic that car-dependent Los Angeles residents often exercise by climbing the beautiful mountains that surround their city.
Between day and night there is dusk. And between typical Lower Manhattan buildings, sneaking a peek at the darkening playground and catching the day’s last sunlight is the Empire State Building. (Summer, 2013)
September, 2012: On the last day of our visit to London, we toured Buckingham Palace. In the gardens was our surprise sendoff gift: a rainbow.
This week’s photo challenge: a photo that has a little something extra. Well, nobody expects – but everybody welcomes – rainbows!
This is “Cubed Curve” by William Crovello. It looks like a giant journalist absently deconstructed a massive paper clip while writing The Big Story.
Lighthouses are beauty, resilience and safety: They are built to withstand and protect boaters from harsh conditions. They are majestic, remote and meant to last. Many still use Fresnel lenses, invented in 1822, to illuminate rocky shores.
Love stands tall amid the bustling, ever-moving Midtown Manhattan