I went to New York to show my art
and it was really, really, really, really good.
The booth looked good
and people responded.
Glory be.
It happened again!
Every year I hold my breath.
Now that I'm home, I am laughing about how many New York City icons
I snapped with my camera.
Here's a whirlwind trip around the City, spotting icons:
Hailing a cab with friends.
The predominant colors of yellow (as in cabs and street signals) and black (as in garbage bags piled up for collection.
Night-time in the city that never sleeps.
There are swankier digs but Mr. Wonderful and I loved the ice cream at the Shake Shack.
And on the theme of eating, another New York icon is the food carts.
This I truly love.
Do not ask if I really eat here.
I definitely do!
The ones in Central Park are so scenic...
And Central Park itself is iconic at every turn.
You could get a crick in your neck looking up. But how could you resist?
Better balance it by loving the manhole covers and other wonders at your feet.
Or notice the sprinklers on buildings everywhere.
Is it just me or do they look like faces?
I am sincerely considering bringing a pair of red-hot-mama lips cut out and ready to tape in place next year.
Doormen are iconic New York.
Street vendors.
Subways.
Ditto Radio City Music Hall, Rockefeller Center and Times Square.
And in the end, after the crowds and noise and excitement...
home again in one's own little nest.
What a contrast.
