I'm in the middle of a very interesting little project which requires me to to trawl through the many photos I've taken over the last few years in search of material. As I scroll down the pages and pages of images, I see my recent life unfold and watch autumn turn to summer, summer to spring, spring to winter and so on as I work backwards. They jolt my memory and fill in the months with colours and patterns and flowers and changing, growing children. I am honestly amazed that I have taken so many - as I only show or publish a tiny, tiny proportion of what I take I do surprise myself sometimes.
I came across this picture above and wondered why I hadn't put it in a post. It was taken near Chinatown in New York and I think it's one of my all-time favourites of the city. Just look at those classic buildings in such wonderful colours.
And why did I never show the double rainbow over Midtown?
Or the play of light and reflection on the facades on West 57th Street?
I am hoping Simon gets to see (or pehaps I should say 'notice') the brilliant details of Manhattan. He's there all this week. I couldn't be happier for him. Unless I were with him, of course.
Thank you, all you musical-watching librarians who came up with so many great ways to sort out books and so many film recommendations. The problem is that if I'm watching Fred and Gene and Elvis and Doris and Frank, I'm not getting on with the bookshelves. And if I'm getting dusty and sneezy with books, then I'm missing out on some precious tap-dancing and tango-ing time. Ah, the choices we have to make.