This month has started with a metaphorical big-handed slap to the face and I'm still reeling....I am not unlike an animated cartoon character running with exaggerated zeal but remaining in place. It is not unusual for my head to be firmly ensconced in the clouds but this time the clouds are grey and stormy and filled with the angry sting of lightening. So, I wallow for a moment in the murky funk of junk crowding my pea-sized brain, pondering my existence, questioning choices made, like why did I choose to walk up Madison instead of Park? And why do the widest of tourists like to walk side by side instead of single file on Manhattan sidewalks? And how did I think I could walk from Union Square to mid-town in 20 minutes? Whine, whine, whine. Then I see something that causes me to stop in my tracks, the pause button pressed.....beautiful cast iron deco-period gates....quietly regal here in this noisy city....waiting to be admired and, for a moment, that's what I do and all is right in my wandering world.
In my thrillingly delusional existence as a world renowned designer, stylist, photographer, writer, flea-market scavenger and tap dancer my wandering eyes chance upon many items of wonder and beauty. This blog is where I share my visual discoveries. Thanks for wandering over and taking a look.
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