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and all the craziness of the day melted into a puddle at my feet - then I walked away.

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I’m walking down Broadway, and spotted this truck getting ready to pull away.

Too funny.

Dodged the 104 bus and a cab to get the pics.

Too bad the address isn’t clear. Bimbo lives on Casanova Street in the Bronx.

24 hour Mac Store at night

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Heart photographed the building

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This statue lives on Broadway near Lincoln Center.
It caught my eye while I was out walking.
Wonder how many times I’ve passed it?
How many things do we pass every day without noticing?

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Happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of traveling.
Margaret Lee Runbeck

So I’m getting off the one train this morning & what do I find?

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All these abandoned shoe shots inspired my blogbuddy Lissa to write a story.
Check out Hot Day
Thank you Lissa.
Thank you all for stopping in.

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Taken in a the bathroom at a theatre in Greenwich Village.

I joined Plurk and I’m loving it.

Picked up this bag at K-mart.  It’s was only ten bucks!

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I took a couple of days to myself, and hung out on some of my favorite benches. While at Washington Square Park this little fellow chose to lunch in the shade I created!

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Swung by the mall at Columbus Circle where artwork worth a fortune sits out right where you can touch it.

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The Beatles photo is my favorite.

Found out how to get thumbnails changed over at Technorati. Having an old thumbnail on a new blog just about drove me crazy.

Looking forward to hearing about your week.
Much bloglove to all

Oh and here’s Mee a lovely black cat that was kind enough not to cross my path.

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He has named many of his birds.
Children run up to see him and ask questions.
Such a gentle nature.
Such a pleasure to have met him.

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When I saw Carrie’s I just had to do one too.

Meme

a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.

1. What is your first name? Frances
2. What is your favorite food? Indian
3. What high school did you go to? Louis D.Brandeis
4. What is your favorite color? turquoise
5. Who is your celebrity crush? Esai Morales
6. Favorite drink? Sex on the Beach
7. Dream vacation? Round the World
8. Favorite dessert? Cupcakes
9. What you want to be when you grow up? Writer
10. What do you love most in life? Daughter
11. One Word to describe you. Adventurous
12. Your flickr name. CharlotteWebGal

Special Thanks to the Following Flickr Folks

Frenchies are POP, 2. sharp eh!, 3. Flickr photo stroll Part 2, 4. “Crimson Sunrise” Gunung Rinjani,Lombok,Indonesia, 5. Esai Morales, 6. Harbor Seal mother and child, 7. Sail Away, Sail Away, 8. Orange and yellow floral cupcakes, 9. Poésie, 10. English Bulldog puppy, 11. “MSS Mystery MAREI”, 12. End of the Line

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My cell phone wouldn’t allow me to send or receive MMS.  This means I could not moblog from my Blackjack.  It’s the service not the phone - I just have to wait it out. 

You can read about it here

I got my first post up at blogforth - The Return

Spent most of the day running around town, and talking to customer service.  In about 20 minutes I’m going to find a quiet corner somewhere and hide out with my notebook.

Meanwhile check out the pic I used for Wordless Wednesday.

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Okay now give yourself a big hug.
Much bloglove to all.
 

 

 

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This past Sunday afternoon I photostrolled my way to the Apple Store on Fifth Avenue.

The store itself is actually underground. The entrance is an amazing glass cube with a huge apple shaped light box suspended over the round elevator and spiral staircases.

Helpful staff members in light blue shirts were everywhere, smiling as if working for Apple is the ultimate high.

Mac fan or not this place is definitely worth a look see.

Official Site

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This past Sunday I went to The American Museum of Natural History.  It’s been a favorite of mine since grade school.  The wATER H2O = LIFE exhibit was informative and fun.

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Here’s water in three forms: solid, liquid and gaseous.

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This is one of a whole tankful of mudskippers at the exhibit. One minute they’re fully immersed in water, and then suddenly they are out of the water and “walking.”

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Which country has the largest supply of fresh water?

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Find out where entire villages float on pontoons.

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And why the polar bear coud be facing extinction.

When you’re done with Water be sure to take in some of the other exhibits.

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Official AMNH Site

 

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Hamilton Grange, the home of Alexander Hamilton from 1802 to 1804, was moved from its original site on W. 143rd Street to this location in 1889. Studies habe been done ti determine how the house looked in Hamilton’s time, and the National Park Service intends to reconstruct its original appearance. In order to fully restore the exterior and make it possible to view the entire Grange, the house will be moved to the Northwest corner of St. Nicholas Park in 2008. In its new location it will be possible to appreciate fully the beauty of the home Hamilton helped design and which he called his “sweet project.” For more information, visit www.nps.gov/hagr

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A greater inducement to folly is excess of power
- Barbara Tuchman

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I was going to lunch and photostroll in Jersey today, but somehow ended up in Philly.

Here’s some photos:

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Back at you tomorrow with a few more.

Take care

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Mothers Day Brunch wuth my favorite mother/daughter team was amazing.
My meal: fried green tomatoes with blackened shrimp, boneless fried chicken, cheese grits, corn muffin with coconut peach sauce & chocolate bread pudding with bourbon sauce.
Afterwards I took an amazing walk along Convent Avenue.
More pics coming soon.
Everyone have a wonderful day.

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This tree which stands on Houston Street here in Manhattan is a favorite of mine. The snappy building behind it is new. It was constructed with mind boggling speed like all buildings are here in NYC.

Isn’t it wonderful that they did not take down this natural work in progress?

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First I photographed the sign

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And then the owners

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Walls created by Fashion Institute of Technology Students - Theme: Ecology/Enviromenent/Recycle

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I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming that comes when you finish the life of the emotions and of personal relations; and suddenly find - at the age of fifty, say - that a whole new life has opened before you, filled with things you can think about, study, or read about…It is as if a fresh sap of ideas and thoughts was rising in you.
Agatha Christie (1890 - 1976), An Autobiography, 1977

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We’re not lost. We’re locationally challenged.
John M. Ford

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Yesterday I strolled across the park to one fish two fish, a seafood restaurant I’ve been eating at for twenty years.
It looked like rain so I left my camera behind. Big mistake. It had rained the night before and everything was brilliant green and in full bloom.
After a lunch and a long writing session I headed back across the park. By time I got to West Side I was determined to come right back with my camera.
It ended up being overcast all day with no rain. Today is a different story - we have one of those steady all day rain things going on.

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My brother and I enjoyed this playground as children, as did my own daughter. She’ll be 25 this Thursday. “Mom” she said, “I’m looking at a quarter of a century here.” I’ll be 47 in December. I’m heading towards a half century on a skateboard with greased wheels.

shot in Central Park

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It’s two weeks since the last rain here in New York. Weatherman says we’ll have some over the weekend. We need it to wash away all the pollen & ragweed. I am too tired of having the sneezles.

Can’t wait for Sunday going to go to a museum or movie or something. Maybe all three - why not?
I’ll be solo which means I can go see an indy film or chick flick. And I must buy myself a snazzy new pair of Crocs for summer. Yay warm weather.

How are all of you?

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Mon tagged me.

1) Write your own 6 word memoir.

2) Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you like.

3) Link the person who tagged you in your blog, and the original poster if possible to track across the blogosphere.

4) Tag at least 5 blogs with links.

5) Leave a comment with an invitation to play!

Okay so here’s what I came up with it.

The artist within released through blogging.

– I didn’t tag anyone, but do share your six words if you like in comments.

Much bloglove to all.

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Spotted this she.

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And well you know…

If you know what type of bird this is please let me know in comments. They are black with spots of iridescent purple and green on their beaks and wings.
I took these photos on Sunday at the Central Park Reservoir.

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Just finished preparing my taxes.

Can’t beat the rush of doing them at the last possible minute.

Tonight is my annual trek to the Main Post Office at 34th Street; there’s usually a lot of action there.

I’m packing my camera, so hopefully there will be some pics to post later tonight or tomorrow.

Speaking of pics here’s one I took in Pavonia New port, NJ last week.

The smaller building is actually a reflection.

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Some of you asked me what Whiskers does for her living.
She’s earns her carrots popping out of hats and things.
Her owner Harold is a magician.

 

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An optimist is the human personification of spring.
Susan J. Bissonette

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
Anne Bradstreet (1612 - 1672)

To be amused by what you read–that is the great spring of happy quotations.
C. E. Montague, “A Writer’s Notes on His Trade”

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I met Whiskers and her owner Harold on Thursday afternoon.
They had a show scheduled for the next day, so they were enjoying the weather and making plans.
And you know I just had to ask Whiskers to pose for a shot.
She was kind enough to oblige.
I had to take it quick though, because within minutes a crowd gathered to admire her.

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Lovely brunch with one of my favorite Mom and daughter teams

Afternoon walkabout the city and dinner with my friend from across the river

Just finished reading all my email.

Off to work on today’s NaBloPoMo post.

Here’s a pic of a sign that I think is just too cute:

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Cheers Chums!

I was having dinner with my husband, and he began talking about things we had to do the next day - Thursday.

“Tomorrow’s Wednesday.”

“No it’s Thursday.”

“But today is Tuesday.”

“Nope, it’s Wednesday.”

Turns out he was right - grrrrrrrrrr.   I did manage to get my Wordless Wednesday up before midnight.

It felt so weird though, to have lost just about a whole Wednesday.

Reminded me of when I was in the 7th grade and went to school on a Saturday.

Speaking of time here’s a pic I took on Sunday:

 

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One of the mysteries of New York is that you never see a baby pigeon. 
This quite full grown fellow was having a bit of a rest along on Second Avenue.

I got so curious about the baby pigeon thing, that I hit the search engines.  Someone has included this and other things you might be curious about in this book.

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This stain glass sculture stands outside a modern Catholic Church.  It’s nice enough but I prefer the old-fashioned variety.

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This the new header on my creative writing blog

Have a totally fabulous day.

Okay so yesterday I sent in my link for the April NaBloPoMo blogroll.  The theme is LETTERS, and there will one a day at my creative writing blog for the next 30 days.

Next I went to work on my profile for Script Frenzy.  The goal is to create a 100 page script(s) in 30 days.  I’ll be using Scripped; “the first free-flowing, web based script writing software you can use right in your browser.”

I’ve had three plays all worked out in my mind for at least two years now. Maybe the notes in my journals and images on my mind’s screen will be at least one script in 30 days. There is a forums section at the Script Frenzy site, and I’m hoping some folks in New York will want to meet up.

Sending my best bloggy wishes your way.

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Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them.
Bill Vaughan
Some national parks have long waiting lists for camping reservations. When you have to wait a year to sleep next to a tree, something is wrong.
George Carlin (1937 - )

There’s nothing that keeps its youth,
So far as I know, but a tree and truth.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809 - 1894), The Deacon’s Masterpiece, 1858

God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages.
Jacques Deval, Afin de vivre bel et bien

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
Willa Cather (1873 - 1947), O Pioneers! (1913)

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The bravest thing you can do when you are not brave is to profess courage and act accordingly.
Corra Harris

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There is more to life than increasing it’s speed
Mahatma Ghandi

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Last night as I strolled towards the subway I passed these:

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Amazing huh?

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I used this photo for a meme, but I wanted to show it here because the story behind it is so powerful.

Read About The Trinity Root

Trinity Root News Article

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It was just before dusk, and I had to dodge traffic like mad to get these pictures, but if you click on them you can get to larger versions.
It’s becoming very common here in Manhattan to see modern buildings like this in the oddest settings. You’d think a giant just came along, and dropped this glass monolith on this old-fashioned Lower East Side Street.

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Politics is not a bad profession. If you succeed there are many rewards, if you disgrace yourself you can always write a book.
Ronald Reagan (1911 - 2004)

Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it whether it exists or not, diagnosing it incorrectly, and applying the wrong remedy.
Ernest Benn

My husband bought it to take some pictures at an event. As per usual he only used 2 of the available 27 pictures, and I had to finish off the roll.

Here’s some random shots I took with it.

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On a lazy Saturday morning when you’re lying in bed, drifting in and out of sleep, there is a space where fantasy and reality become one. Are you awake, or are you dreaming? You see people and things; some are familiar; some are strange. You talk, you feel, but you move without walking; you fly without wings. Your mind and your body exist, but on separate planes. Time stands still. For me, this is the feeling I have when ideas come.
Lynn Johnston, Lynn on Ideas
Canadian cartoonist (1947 - )

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Little & big girls love this store.
Just off West Broadway in Soho, Manhattan, New York

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This church is just a few blocks from my apartment in Manhattan.

I’ve probably passed it hundreds of times over the years on my way to the market and library.

Those of you who read this blog know I usually spend my Sundays gallivanting round New York.

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This Sunday I attended a special service to honor church pastor Rev. Heidi Neumark.

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Why?

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I was invited by blog buddy Pastor Andrena Ingram.

There I was fresh from a bath, my hair still wet, sitting down to do email while air drying.  The subject line said: “I’m in New York.” Andrena would be preaching within walking distance of my apartment in three minutes.

My hair was blow dried, and I was dressed in a flash.  Twenty minutes or so later I was walking through the church doors.

Andrena was at the pulpit.  When I came through the door she knew me.  Her eyes followed me to my seat, and we just beamed at each other.

Later we hugged each other over and over again like long lost sisters.  The woman is just so full of love.
Unfortunately I could not stay long after the service. Our short time together was fun, and I will be going to visit her church in Philadelphia.

Andrena and Pastor Heidi

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Visit Andrena’s Blog

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