Joy Is My Goal: Wordless Wednesday NYC's grittier side I still love NY

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Wordless Wednesday NYC's grittier side I still love NY

19 comments:

SandyCarlson said...: I love the grit, too--especially the graffiti.; 8:01 PM
Napaboaniya said...: That's one of the reasons that make NYC a colorful place :); 9:20 PM
eastcoastlife said...: Of all the pictures, I only love the oysters! hehehe....; 12:57 AM
Love My Cottage Garden said...: How do you have so much stamina to workout that long without dropping?
I could never keep up with you!; 7:19 AM
Marsha said...: I love NYC and I love 'street' art!

Join me if you can:

http://justme1947.blogspot.com/2008/03/wordless-wednesday_26.html; 8:28 AM
jams o donnell said...: Great shots. I love them! Happy WW; 9:43 AM
Odat said...: Yup...NY has lots of sides...lol...most of them good.
Peace; 9:52 AM
catsynth said...: Great photos. I love gritty urban images!; 2:57 PM
the teach said...: Yes, MArcia, that is the grittier side!; 3:02 PM
Vixen said...: Those shots show a fascinating city. I would live to visit one day.

Happy WW; 3:35 PM
zamejias said...: These make me think of the fact that no matter how much I complain about the place I live in, I'll still love it all the same. Happy WW.
Makimeji
Verb; 4:42 PM
keith hillman said...: Love it - the sign of an alive and vibrant city; 5:30 PM
dKaye.com said...: definitely capture the grit. but like you said, the city wouldn't be the city without it.

happy ww.; 7:31 PM
etteY said...: nice captures :); 8:02 PM
Hey it's Amy Shipp said...: Wow! I went to NYC but didn't get to see all this stuff. I don't think I left Manhattan tho. Great shots!! Happy WW to you! Mine is up also. :D; 8:04 PM
ellen b said...: Life as it is...
Happy WW to you...; 8:33 PM
Melanie said...: Such interesting pictures!
Our Happy Happenings
Livin' With Me; 10:14 PM
Jim said...: Hi Neighbor Marcia, yes pretty gritty. Except for the little group who play for us in the subway. [In Paris, they are on the cars, sitting at the back or front of one, just playing away.]

For you March 21 post, I checked out (Googled) the bottom picture, the oval sign saying "SEMO."
http://www.semotank.com/

They are on the fire trucks that carry water to the fire site.

Happy WW! Thank you for the nice visit and comment.
..
My main blog,
http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/ ,
also has the VW Thing as one of my monthly "June Bugs."
..; 10:41 PM
poor man's nicole richie said...: coolness! do the boys play jazz or blues?
I hope it's still safe to walk there though.; 8:13 PM

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Poem: “Welcome to Holland” by Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this…

When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome To Holland”.

“Holland?!?” you say, “What do you mean “Holland”??? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy”

But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place.

So you must go and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills…Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy…and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned”.

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away…because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss.

But…if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things…about Holland.

Joy Is My Goal

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Wordless Wednesday NYC's grittier side I still love NY

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