A Tray of Plums

Local fruit has arrived at the Union Square market. Berries and New Jersey peaches and then there was this tray of plums. Was it the realness of all the hues of ripeness from dense greens to sticky reds, the crumpled leaves, the bruises, the rusticity of the wooden tray they were in. This was no ordinary tray of plums. This was the embodiment of a life, of orchards ands seasons slipping away which as it comes perilously close to disappearing, we desperately want more than ever. I didn't buy any, I didn't want just a few, I wanted the whole tray

Down by the Water

Down by the water things are blurred, abstracted, distorted. The images are from a variety of places Central Park, New York Botanical and Mamaroneck but they all share the same sense of being counterpointed, clear shapes against ripples and blurs, organic lines against rhythmic ones. Something happens when you get close to the water and it changes in an instant.

Desire Path

There's something about this term 'desire path' that I find extremely attractive. I came across it a while ago- it describes a path that 'isn't designed but rather is worn casually away by people finding the shortest distance between two points.'. Its an interesting riff on the metaphor of path less trodden/travelled. Where once this might have been a choice between two similar paths, a desire path now represents something that is only accessible if you're on foot and might, not only get you there quickly but also more scenicly.

The beginnings of one pictured above is a scenic hypotenuse that takes you through a small grove of trees and along past the water, away from the heavily trafficked right angles of a busy four lane avenue and street.