Showing posts with label Conservancy Garden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Conservancy Garden. Show all posts

Monday, September 4, 2017

In the Shadow of Water Lilies

I'd like to be underwater again
to swim in the shadow of lilies
I like that purple one over there,
with the crinkly leaves
and the curled up sun,
And shadows weaving the roots

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Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Meet our new friend Ripple!

So far we don't know too much about Ripple,  but here's how we met.......

I was happening to glance to my left on the way up 5th avenue, when my pointless progress was arrested by an insistent and very demanding TWEET. I turned around, and there was the unmistakable puffy, tweety, happy presence of Ounce.

Ounce hopped and tweeted, and off we went up 5th Avenue and into the Park near the Harlem Meer. I thought Ounce was after a favorite bathing bowl, but it’s too early for fountains.

Before I knew it, Ounce was tweeting and fluffing and hopping, and who floated over but Ripple!

Ounce introduced us, and off they went for a ride on the Meer! I tried to get a photo, but Ounce kept moving around, and then there was the glare of the sun.

I can’t tell you how much fresh air can be packed into a walk.
Ounce on 5th Avenue

Ripple floats in the Harlem Meer

Saturday, October 22, 2016

The Rainbow Fountain, Conservancy Garden, Central Park

Our graceful Rainbow plays for a moment in the Italian Garden Fountain. As you can see, Rainbow is already vanishing back into its transparent spirit home. Fortunately, our brave photographer arrived just in time!



A fall afternoon in the Italian Garden

Thursday, October 6, 2016

Feathered Red Herring Relaxes in the Secret Garden

Catbird and Cardinal play in the red autumn water.  Ounce couldn't help joining in.

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Hey! I know it's blurry, but it's a start!

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Ounce Takes A Bath

Ounce has developed a Characteristic that is not altogether happy.  Ounce does not like to share.

We know already how much Ounce Loves water.  But look how the entire bathbowl is, in the opinion of Ounce, reserved for sole occupancy.  Of course Ounce finaly gives up and flees!

Our amazing photo-journalist has captured this revealing video.  Click the play arrow, and then click the squarish thing on the bottom right of the video for Full Screen! 

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Thursday, September 10, 2015

A Fountain Full of Fractals

Fractals! They’re those never-ending patterns that “display self-similarity…in all scales”. In mathematics, a self-similar object is exactly or approximately similar to a part of itself.*

Is there no rest for the self-centered? Do you want to know how to be a fractal? Just do the same stupid thing over and over!

And this rainbow we are talking about.
There is the very same self-similar rainbow in each tiny droplet and packet of drops and fountain of drops! And there you have the essence of it; the soul of it if you will. The rainbow, in fact,
 is immortal.

Do you remember how to discover a rainbow? First locate body of water (a dew drop will do). Position yourself between the drop and the sun, and sooner or later there it will be. Of course it’s been there all along. A soul waiting for the right circumstances.

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Fractal Fountain in the Italian Garden of the Conservancy; Central Park

*Somewhere on the web…

Friday, April 17, 2015

My Past Tense Life, hmmm

My past-tense life, full of dangling participles,
A closet full of un-done novels, waiting for their final edit.
Shoe laces frayed from long gone hide and seeks.
Again, again, I see it all, stinging the air in front of my eyes;
Cracking, shattering, splitting, fading,
Finally the here and now again.
I see it all. I do from time to time,
I conjure up an arrow, cat gut pulling—
Don’t let me go!
I see my flabbergasted sinews dangling loose,
Their life swooshing toward some unknown target.
No bulls eye here for me!
Should I have stayed with that simple dartboard after all?
Well, now here I am, a feather for a friend,
Sinking into a spring-green branch.
What time is it anyway? ‘63 in Paris? Or Milan in ‘71?
Why drag that blackened coal-shoot past
Into this sparkling, solar-driven day?
It’s time to let those finite multi-sided polygons
Leap for their circles at last!

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Sunday, January 25, 2015

On Speed Reading

A blank page has nothing, no nothing at all,
but it makes itself over with letters and scrawl,
nevertheless it remains quite pristine
on the edges and margins and spaces between
all those letters and such that don’t matter much
so if I recall it at all
then one word in twenty is plenty.

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Early (really early) Magnolia buds in Conservancy Garden

I've sped read through more books than I can count, and I am really and truly great at it. I have become so proficient that I need only drive by a bookstore to read a book, much like ConEd reads meters. (You may not be aware of the special radio-frequency chips inserted in the spines of most best sellers.) So of course I think you should try it!

Here's How: Open your eyes wide, and focus on your smart phone (how do you think that phone got so smart? Downloads!) Anyway, focus, focus. Concomitantly, Flick the pages past with a suitable finger; I prefer the two middle finger method.

Now, work hard at remembering a few of these senders. Orbitz? Home something? Restoration Hardware? I'm sure you can recall your own favorite fly-bys.

Why bother? I thought somebody might deconstruct this act into meaning segments.

Have a beautiful day with snow and sparkle

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Awakening

I am hardened by the unrelenting cold
Scorched by winter, moribund with icy calm
Burrs scratch and itch, puncturing the edges
Cold dirt.
Talking drum calls out for me
A drop, a flake, a pinch at a time
By the tip of a root
I become me again.

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Untermyer Fountain/Three Dancing Maidens by Walter Schott, French Conservancy Garden, Central Park.

Monday, July 28, 2014

Walking Through the Blessings caught in Blessing Fountain

Sink down inside the hidden places,
wait next to the heart of the matter,
sense the sharded rainbow nesting there






Saturday, July 19, 2014

Ounce Makes Friends and Defends Territory

 Ounce is playing in his favorite water bowl of all time, the Secret Garden Burnett fountain. Granted, sometimes Ounce travels near to large bodies of water, but really the preference is for small, contained spaces with a few close friends.

Despite an argument now and then (especially with larger birds: Ounce is a little Alpha), Ounce loves having friends over.


Thursday, November 28, 2013

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Ounce Wishes for Warm Water

For months now, Ounce has been trying his best to live in the city. The new light poles with their crossbars here in New York proved too seductive for even our Ounce! Building a nice nest inside a street pipe was irresistible: new, highrise, amenities -- but the noise! Horns, Traffic, and the Pigeons! It was just too much. Well, Ounce is finally back in the park, but it's winter. You know how Ounce is with water...it's impossible to stay away for long. The other day we walked a little too close to Ounce's favorite sculpture swimming bowl. How disappointing, and after an entire summer of city life. Of course it's winter, and although the elements provide a little water sometimes, even gossamer metal is cold this time of year.



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Thursday, October 10, 2013

Freedom

Time flew away again
It's dusk at the gated garden
Colors are settling down
Fountain showers blessings in the night

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Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Afterglow of Summer

Outsized, outgunned, outmaneuvered all around
Out of luck, out of gas, inside out and upside down
Uprooted, unsettled, unintended consequences
Lone wolf, lady luck, leans into the circumstances
Gotta run, gotta, go, gotta take it nice and slow.
Season’s changing, rearranging,
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Wedding party and lost fisherman in Conservancy Garden (slanted to the right)

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

On Being Led Down the Garden Path

I heard about it a time or two,
This particular path is big taboo,
But what else is a person supposed to do?
The entire garden is calling for you!

There are blossoms!
and Sunlight!
and Forks to explore!
and the Birds!
and the Bees!
It's too much to ignore!

The leaves are so green and the scents are so nice,
Sometimes the answer is, Don't Think Twice.


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Monday, January 21, 2013

The Fallow Days

These are the fallow days,
mustard seeds in the planning stages,
an applecore tossed into a fertile heap,
spring sleeping underground and unaware,
resolution makers vowing one more year
to rearrange the miracle.

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Sunday, December 16, 2012

Love and the Drop Off Points

What happens when love takes the time to strengthen,
what happens if it passes,
and the day tomorrow leaves behind
is chilled and withed,
holding us without a chance,
at the drop off point where death takes over,
how can we hold the weary fort,
when battle scars the very heart of the earth.

How can we love without knowing,
how can we hold on without a knotted center
keeping us from flying off,
how can I watch the day die
and still live to see the morning
sneaking back to life against the sallow sky?

I did, and then I turned around
and just walked out of the picture.

What could I do?
I didn't know how to talk it over.

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Magnolia Buds in December, Central Park


Sunday, November 4, 2012

Beauty seeping into the pores

The storm uprooted trees, but left the French Conservancy Garden full of chrysantemums

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Friday, October 19, 2012

Lunch in the Conservancy Gardens

fresh stamin spears dusted with delicately colored pollen, served on a bed of baby orange petals, garnished with winter green leaves and stems of summer.

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