Yesterday morning I checked the weather outside and saw a warning about heavy fog in Manhattan. I threw on some clothes and ran outside looking completely disheveled because I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to shoot the city enveloped by fog. By the time I made it outside the fog was already more of a mist and the photos weren’t really what I had in mind. These are the only three I felt were worth the upload. Proof again that for the most part, good photos require the perfect combination of planning and luck.
I spotted this little bird sitting in a tree at the Paul Roos park in town today when I walked up to photograph the flowers. I think he goes perfectly with the line from this ee cummings poem I read for the first time the other day:
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
I’m still trying to decide whether I want a tattoo with writing, and where, and which cummings poem line I would use…this is one is a strong contender if I ever decide to get it done.
On Monday afternoon Andrew and I had lunch at Vovo Telo at 44 Stanley (the only place open at 44) and while I waited for the plateful of bread that I ordered (which was amazing) I snapped photos of these little birds – I think they are house sparrows (?). I have always loved how small and delicate they are. although it was really hard to take photos because they move around like lightning.
They remind me of one of my favourite lines from an ee cummings poem:
“may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old”