Self loves windows. She really, really does.
Other Windows:
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
Tag: New York
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Sitting by Window, In Reflective Mode Watertower View, Chelsea District, New York City Home, Redwood City, California -
Self loves windows in general. So she loves this week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge: WINDOWS.
The prompt was to use the window as a frame. But her post uses the windows themselves as objects.
In the first picture, the windows transform a building in New York’s Chelsea Building into a kind of illuminated box. In the second, the airconditioning units sticking out of the windows were what caught her eye. In the third, the window is a wee cut-out in an expanse of grey wall, the only shot of life in a very industrial-looking room.
Night, Chelsea District, New York City: September 2017 
More Windows, Chelsea District, New York City: September 2017 
Minimalist: Window of a Mini-Eichler, Palo Alto, California Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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Bruins Amphitheatre, Orinda 
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York City: The squares are on the ground level, the woman taking the picture is on the 4th? 5th? Floor. 
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Share a snapshot that shows a sense of waiting.
— Cheri Lucas Rowlands, The Daily Post
First, self’s Philippine passport. She is a dual citizen of the Philippines and the United States. This passport dates from the time when she first entered the U.S., to begin grad studies at Stanford:
Final picture: Last week, self was in New York for her nephew’s wedding. On September 11, she decided to go to the Whitney on Gansevoort Street, her favorite Manhattan museum. She started at the top floor (the Calders) and worked her way down.
On the top floor, there’s a restaurant with stunning views. She saw the Statue of Liberty:
Sept. 11, 2017: “Bring me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses . . . “ Immigrants. Self was an immigrant once.
Stay tuned.
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Love doing Cee’s Fun Foto Challenges!
The Theme for this week is the Letter D.
D is for DECK:
8th Floor, Whitney Museum of American Art, Gansevoort Street, New York City: The view from the rooftop café is simply fabulous. D is for DOTS:
Alexander Calder at the Whitney Museum of American Art, 8th Floor D is for (Remember the) DATE:
Billboard, New York City, Early September 2017 Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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This city holds a special place in self’s memories:
- Dearest Mum began her piano career here, at Carnegie Hall.
- Self worked here for a year, before entering the Stanford Creative Writing Program.
- Her sister was married here, 1982.
- Her sister gave birth to three children here, one of whom was married here, two days ago.
- Her sister died here, December 19, 1991.
Because self is at the moment staying in Chelsea, here’s a view of this amazing city, on 9/11:
New York City: 9/11/2017 Here are pictures of the children who were, respectively, six, five and six months old when self’s sister passed away:
William and Christopher Blackett, 9 September 2017 
Georgina Isabella: 9 September 2017 Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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The Daily Post publishes a new Photo Challenge every Wednesday. This coming Wednesday, though, they’re taking a brief break. The next Photo Challenge will be posted next Wednesday, Sept. 20.
In the meantime, the Photo Challenge this week is WAITING.
Self’s nephew William was married yesterday morning, at St. Ignatius of Loyola on Park. Friends and family converged on New York City from Australia, Spain, England, the Philippines (Dearest Mum and all of self’s nephews and nieces, one sister-in-law) and of course other cities in the U.S., including Miami and Houston.
Last night, there was dinner and dancing at the Central Park Boathouse. Self got a Lyft to take her to 72nd and Fifth. Who should she see standing on the corner but a bunch of her Filipino nephews and nieces, all just standing there in very fancy attire. They told self they were waiting for a shuttle. Pictures are blurred because self has very trembl-y fingers.
Niece and nephews came all the way from the Philippines to attend the wedding of their cousin, William Blackett. Self’s niece, Maia, is in plum; Maia’s mom, Mia, is in electric blue. Everyone looked fantastic!
It was a wonderful evening. Weather was just a bit chilly. William’s sister, Georgina, was the maid of honor. Here she is, all dolled up, just before the start of the event:
Last night at the Central Park Boathouse Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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Just to the south, Irma is about to unleash.
But New York was beautiful today.
Sunlight glinted off the Hudson River (if only her camera battery hadn’t been exhausted)
Self kept busy by cris-crossing Manhattan: From Chelsea to Central Park to the Upper East Side, then to Columbus Circle, then to 2nd at 110th, then to Amsterdam, and finally back to Chelsea, using a combination of Lyft rides and taxis.
She had never ever been as far up 2nd Avenue as 110th. Self, you know nothing: Why did you think it would be seedy? Solely because your nephew owns a condo here (and he isn’t even 30).
Tomorrow, more of the same. Having breakfast with friends in Le Pain Quotidien at 3 Park (meeting two librettist)Going to brother-in-law’s apartment in the evening.
Day after tomorrow, nephew’s wedding in the Central Park boathouse. Hope the weather holds.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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This week’s Photo Challenge is WAITING (Technically, it’s the challenge for the next two weeks, since The Daily Post is going to take a break next week).
What better city to write/reflect about waiting than New York City? Self arrived close to midnight last night. A light drizzle began this morning; she hasn’t had the energy to step out of her room.
But looking out at the adjoining buildings is providing plenty of opportunity for the Photo Challenge (Self loves windows. And New York City is ALL about windows)
The man in the photo is the next building over, two floors down. Which means he is on the sixteenth floor. He is very industrious, since he’s been at his desk since 10 a.m. What does he want? What is he waiting for?
Two buildings over, people sit at their desks. It’s funny how all the airconditioning units in these old buildings stick out like that. What do these people want? What are they waiting for?
Final picture: Diagonally across from self’s building is a rooftop that, judging from the number of professional-looking floodlights aimed at something in particular, will likely be LIT tonight. Self can hardly wait.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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It’s midnight, and the airport terminal is as crowded as Grand Central.
The line at the taxi rank is 200 people long, at least. It makes self’s stomach twist in all sorts of nasty ways.
A woman keeps trying to cut ahead of her, for some reason. All self’s fighting instincts come to the fore and she blocks the woman, refusing to give up an inch.
A man wearing a bright yellow vest marked AIRPORT MONITOR keeps yelling at people. Strangely, he does not strike self as angry. In San Francisco, when people yell, they are really really angry.
There were 10 cabs lined up at the taxi rank. Until self got to the front of the line, and then there were NO taxis. NO taxis for another 20 minutes. And the airport monitor kept yelling, to no one in particular: “There are a hundred taxis coming, people. A HUNDRED taxis!”
The green-and-white Medallion cab looks very nondescript, and the leather seats are worn. No GPS, just the driver saying he knows where to go (and he does). Sometimes New York strikes self as being on the verge of breakdown. But it never quite gets there. Which shows you just how tough its people are.
She catches just a glimpse of skyline before the cab enters Manhattan. Next thing you know, it’s stopped in front of a very nondescript sign on a very dark, narrow street that seems to be one big construction zone. Welcome! You’re in New York City now!
People self knows in New York City: one niece and two nephews and of course their parents; Melissa; Penny and Thomas; Luis and Midori; Sam; Marie; Drew; Bruce. That doesn’t sound like a lot, but whenever self is in New York, she is always busy seeing people. She used to know a literary agent who, as far as self knows, probably still has her office in a building on 57th Street.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
Kanlaon 