Ross flew in on a red eye and arrived Saturday morning. Ross being a future librarian, we scoped out the library first thing.
Painting: Blind Milton dictates Paradise Lost to his daughters.
I forgot to take photos in most places--there was just too much to look at, taste, listen to... We spent a lot of time in Union Square eating cheese and apples from the farmer's market. I bought super cheap books at the Strand. Then we took a trek across the Brooklyn Bridge.
The man who designed the bridge, John Augustus Roebling, died after his foot got smashed at the site and he contracted tetanus. His son, Washington, took over, but eventually got the Bends from working in the underwater caissons. Washington's wife, Emily, helped him see the project through to the end, learning engineering in the process. Would the Roebling family say it was worth it? (According to Wikipedia, Washington Roebling rarely visited the site again.)
St. Patrick's Cathedral was filling up for mass when we stopped in.
And at MOMA, workers were dissembling a huge Serra piece. We saw one piece of it on a trailer, zooming down a street that had been cordoned for a parade. It banged into overhead signs.
MOMA is incredible, and after cramming our eyes and minds with so much, it was a relief to stand in the atrium and look out at white walls.
Outside, a convoy of trucks waited to take the Serra on its way.
Ross flew in on a red eye and arrived Saturday morning. Ross being a future librarian, we scoped out the library first thing.
Painting: Blind Milton dictates Paradise Lost to his daughters.
I forgot to take photos in most places--there was just too much to look at, taste, listen to... We spent a lot of time in Union Square eating cheese and apples from the farmer's market. I bought super cheap books at the Strand. Then we took a trek across the Brooklyn Bridge.
The man who designed the bridge, John Augustus Roebling, died after his foot got smashed at the site and he contracted tetanus. His son, Washington, took over, but eventually got the Bends from working in the underwater caissons. Washington's wife, Emily, helped him see the project through to the end, learning engineering in the process. Would the Roebling family say it was worth it? (According to Wikipedia, Washington Roebling rarely visited the site again.)
St. Patrick's Cathedral was filling up for mass when we stopped in.
And at MOMA, workers were dissembling a huge Serra piece. We saw one piece of it on a trailer, zooming down a street that had been cordoned for a parade. It banged into overhead signs.
MOMA is incredible, and after cramming our eyes and minds with so much, it was a relief to stand in the atrium and look out at white walls.
Outside, a convoy of trucks waited to take the Serra on its way.
1 comment:
I love both those words.
cartography, caissons
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