Scenes from the Ann Hamilton exhibit, Park Avenue Armory.
Matthew and I finally went over to see the new FDR Four Freedoms Park on Roosevelt Island. It was great and very … triangular. Though my favorite part was the two toddlers making snow angels in the gravel pathways. Ah, childhood innocence.
Like just about all New Yorkers, we spent the past few days under a Sandy-induced vacation, inside, hoping the power stayed on, soaking up all the great light I miss while I’m at work, and, of course, eating. In my case, I used the time to explore the art of cooking “poor food,” as Matthew calls it. It turns out I have gone my entire life without cooking or knowing how to cook oatmeal. From a jar. And not from a instant package. Oops, looks like I haven’t lived, you guys.
The good news is, with brown sugar and stewed pears it is really good. Like, I made it a second time to “take some photos” which is code for, I’m in a natural disaster so I’m eating a big ol’ real breakfast for the second day in a row.
Jokes aside, I’m feeling blessed we have power and dry floors.
Last weekend I was able to attend the Sunday Suppers photography workshop with Aran Goyoaga. We spent the day in Karen’s beautiful space in Brooklyn, eating, shooting, and meeting some great people.
Apple and pumpkin picking this weekend at Meadowbrook Farm.
My poor attempt at juggling was shadowed by Matthew’s skills.