Vinoy Park: Scenes on a Sunday morning
"Explanation separates us from astonishment, which is the only gateway to the incomprehensible." Ionesco
I think that Berenice Abbott's "West Side Looking North from Upper 30s, New York" is one of the very great American photographs. This image of St Petersburg is not comparable to that superb image (not as many high-rises to celebrate, for one thing), but it's my homage to her work.
Bonnie Thurston's words below reminded me of how I liked February in the Midwest because our snow crocuses would peek up through the snow, hinting that spring was coming (and for many it is a happy month because baseball begins again).
Thurston wrote: "today,
sitting by the window
in comfortable chair,
make white dogwood dance
with blue spruce,
from an ornamental tree
fall like pink confetti,
relishing every movement
of spring's emerald symphony,
I realize I am content
to be inside looking out . . ."
The winds have been fierce here these last few days and it has been cold; I too have been content to look out the window and watch it all, feeling glad just to be in a room with a view . . .
Esther de Waal wrote about the need to awaken "the sense of awe in the midst of daily life . . .take time and notice what you see . . . use what comes to hand and stay with it, be happy with whatever it may be . . . Living or working in a city does not mean that there will not be a leaf, a twig, moss between concrete slabs, weeds pushing up through gravel . . . The kitchen presents me with utensils or food that I so regularly handle without noticing: a bowl of sugar, the rind of a lemon, the texture of an apple . . . The odes of Pablo Neruda show a delight in things, in the ordinary, daily things, cups and soup tureens, spoons, fabric, nails and coins . . ."
Living in a high rise and near the beach, there is so much to see and take notice of: