Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

Small Umpire declares imaginary runner to be safe in an unidentified game involving a small brown ball.     *Pig Update:  I forgot to mention that 86th Street downtown subway station is on Lexington Avenue, Manhattan!

Every now and then, we need a break from all that Spring Blossom Beauty.  OK.  Take a deep, deep breath of moistened, fresh,  bracing, pollen-free air!  Taken from the Starboard side of the IKEA ferry, from the bottom of Wall Street to Brooklyn * Solving the Flying Subway Pig Mystery: Enter the 86th Street  Station on the downtown side.  Go to the right stairwell after entering the turnstile.  Take the stairs down to the express tracks, and look carefully. Flying Pig is about a foot square.

Have you ever wanted to be inside out?  I have. I’d like to be a free lady of the wind and seasons.  I’d like to be a woman of the late night places  where passion breathing stars spit out virtue,  red and dwarfed. I’d like to hear the naked beauty of desire fed into the wheat fields. I’d like to chip into a mortared brick and wait out the morning.  I’d like to be born with a sweet flame and a silken web. No more ancient, aging, ailing outer-facing rind,  wasting with hope. Scrape away the tired shadow mask at last. Escape the weeping cellar full of old bones pushing through the riven boards let’s have one more sacred candied day, a final ritzy season. Frosted with that inside story I kept so quietly mine.

Find the Flying Subway Pig* Photo by Lara ~ New York City Subway *See tomorrow's photo-reflection for the answer

These dancing tulips are playing Shadow Chiaroscuro, the endless balancing of  the clear and the obscure.  See how the sunward petals throw their shadows onto the farther ones? How delicate and transparent.  How sturdy and fine. How like a tulip!

Harlem ducks rest in the spring rushes Best wishes on Easter Morning Harlem Meer in Central Park