Time flies and it’s already March. Where does the time go?
I’m feeling nostalgic about N.Y and I’m still not done sorting through the many photos I took this time around. It’s just a fabulous place to take your camera and explore.
If you’re old enough to remember advertising in the late 1980’s, you might recall there was a well known campaign by Kodak Mexicana, and the slogan was “recordar es volver a vivir.” So here are a few of my memory snapshots along with a favorite poem that reflects my state of mind… a “NY State of Mind,” with my respects to Billy Joel.
The poem is Letter to N.Y. by Elizabeth Bishop (for Louise Crane)
In your next letter I wish you’d say
where you are going and what you are doing;
how are the plays, and after the plays
what other pleasures you’re pursuing:
taking cabs in the middle of the night,
driving as if to save your soul
where the road goes round and round the park
and the meter glares like a moral owl
and the trees look so queer and green
standing alone in big black caves
and suddenly you’re in a different place
where everything seems to happen in waves,
and most of the jokes you just can’t catch,
like dirty words rubbed off a slate,
and the songs are loud but somehow dim
and it gets so terribly late,
and coming out of the brownstone house
to the gray sidewalk, the watered street,
one side of the buildings rises with the sun
like glistening field of wheat.
-Wheat, not oats, dear. I’m afraid
if it’s wheat it’s none of your sowing,
nevertheless I’d like to know
what you are doing and where you are going.