NYC Quiet Residents

I don't think I've ever wished harder for the trees to talk. The quiet residents of New York City would have some stories to tell.


NYC East River Morning

I travelled to NYC with two of the best friends in the world. The trip would have been so different if I had gone with anyone else. Not good or bad. It just wouldn't have been the same.

These two lovely ladies liked to sleep in. I, however, was wide awake at 6:17 every morning. I couldn't even try to tell you why 6:17 was the magic number but that's what the clock said every morning when I decided to get up. I couldn't stomach the thought of lazing around the hotel for hours waiting for the day to start. Not when I was only there for 3 days and 4 nights. I was determined to squeeze as much out of the trip as possible.

My favourite thing to do when I travel is to make something of a routine or do something that would easily become a part of my routine if I lived in the place I'm visiting. In some small way it makes the strange more familiar and it's easier to submerse even further. A walk is such a good way to start. I took to the streets at 7:00 on a beautiful, hot, hazy early summer morning in Brooklyn.

It was brilliant. Do this. Do this by yourself in the early morning hours in a strange place. It's the time of day when people are going about their daily routines. It's the time of day when the chores are getting done and people are heading off to work. I imagine that it's a pretty important way to start the day when the possibilities that present themselves throughout the day and night in a place like this make it so that you wouldn't possibly want to forgo any of that to take out the trash.

It turns out that the neighbourhood we stayed in was achingly familiar to our neighbourhood in Toronto. I completely relaxed into my surroundings. Greenpoint is this incredible mix of industrial and residential with a main retail strip thrown in for good measure. I found a cat in fenced parking lot under the overpass. While I was taking a picture, a city worker who was driving past rolled down his window to ask if everything was okay. I met two older gentlemen sitting on the stoop (I've always wanted to use that phrase in regular conversation) having their morning banter when they threw in a "Good morning, beautiful" and then kept on where they left off. And just to my left the garbage men were picking up cans and dumping them in the truck while they discussed and argued about the sports events of the previous evening. The trees rustled and the flowers bobbed up and down to avoid the breeze. I could see water peeking through the holes in the chain link fences that border Greenpoint at the East River. I asked a man who seemed to be stuck in the days of editing copy for the high school paper if he knew how I could get to the edge of the water without hopping fences or breaking laws. He explained the way like I had been a resident of the neighbourhood my entire life. Something like, "just go down here, then around the corner, you should see it." There was no reference to street lights, block counts, left turns or right turns. He did mention the East River Ferry and there was signage for that. Good thing. Because as I followed the signs for the ferry I reflected on the directions from the man and I still couldn't make sense of what he told me.

The East River Ferry sits at the bottom of an industrial dead end. Stray cars, stray cats and stray garbage punctuated with well dressed people on a mission to catch the ferry and get to work. The salt water air was a little breath of heaven, a little breath of home. I took my time on the pier as the busy commuters were rushing past. Two men were fishing in their grubby t-shirts and worn out jeans. They were running off a different clock. One that was governed by the activity of the fish. When they stop biting, it's time to go home. They were as far apart from each other as they could be. They clearly didn't want to be associated with each other, each one convinced they had the magic spot. The man further out clearly won that competition when he hauled out a good sized fish and it lay flapping and bleeding on the wooden planks. The commuters were divided between shock and awe. One very well put together woman seemed horrified at the barbaric nature of the scene but then took out her cell phone, took a picture then took a few steps closer to get a better look. The snappy man in the bow tie seemed to genuinely enjoy the scene and was asking a lot of questions. In a flash it was all over. The ferry arrived, took the commuters away and all the commotion and excitement went with them. The fisherman from the losing spot took a casual saunter over to the man in the winning spot so he could gain some valuable information about how to change his game for next time. From the end of the pier I captured Brooklyn, the East River, New York City, the East River again and Queens. It took a few shots but I managed to squeeze it all in despite the haze.

This wasn't the entire morning walk. I could tell you about the cafe with the beautiful floor that seemed to just be organizing the beginning of a business or lamenting it's demise. It was hard to tell. I could tell you about the bridge I walked that took me to Queens where I had the most delicious sugar doughnut. Or about how unbelievably hot it was at 9:00 am and how the strawberry iced tea was what saved me from melting. Or about the gum ball machine that dispensed the sweetest little plastic rings and how I spent $1.50 at a quarter a pop just to get three different ones. But I think I've said enough. You probably need to get started on your chores so that you are ready for the possibilities that will present themselves to you later in the day. You don't want to be stuck taking out the trash instead.


NYC Bicycles

I can take pictures of bicycles forever so why I only have these four is a mystery. Just look at that last one! Why didn't I take more? Why?

What I did instead was rent a bike and ride around Central Park. Besides the travel migraine and the horribly out of shape body, it was one of the best things I did that week. It is a stunning, fast-paced view of one of the most beautiful parks ever created. I highly recommend renting a bike (preferably from a legitimate bicycle renter and not some street bum trying to rent out his transportation to feed his smoking habit) and hitting the bike lane.

The worst thing I did that week was to take a gel cap migraine pill without the help of water. After 15 minutes of trying to build up enough spit to wash that gigantic sucker down, a soft spot develped and caved in. The resulting liquid in my mouth caused me to gag, choke and lose all feeling on one side of my mouth for half an hour. I highly recommend the glass of water.



It was on the life list.
Visit New York City.
I went in May and I loved it.
The love was almost instant.
And it was a head over heels affair.

New York is a city of contradiction. Too many people. Not enough people. Concrete. Trees. Garbage. Food. Expensive suits. Rags. Stench. Perfume. Wealth. Poverty. Obstructed vision. Mile-long vistas. History. Brand spanking newness.

And this contradiction surrounded me in every square inch that I occupied. It could flip from one to the other in less than a second. Sometimes I could see it coming and others I was blind-sided. And I think it's this constant contradiction that creates that electricity most people associate with New York. That place is alive. And there is no better way to feel alive and be inspired than to surround yourself with it and immerse yourself in it. Even it's only for 5 days once in your lifetime.

I took a lot of pictures. About 800. Ahem. And averaging over 100 a day seemed like a lot until I compared it to my recollections. I should have taken more. But with my camera plastered to my face I would have experienced less. Another contradiction.

I will be posting a lot of pictures of NYC in the next little while. I might end up smothering you with them but it will be a nice alternative to the stagnant air that has been filling this space as of late.


All That Talent

It's hard to believe that it was one week ago that I piled the car with garlands, prints, bookmarks and canning labels and set up shop at the Halifax Crafters Society's Spring Fair. It was my first time doing a big show like that and it was a blast.

The thing that struck me most throughout the entire weekend was the amount of raw talent they can fit under one roof. There really is something for everyone. I had my eye on so many things it was nearly impossible to narrow the list down.

Some of my favourites from the show include: Hello Daylight (who doesn't love a good bike poster?) Bespoke Uprising (linen tea towels with the sweetest designs), Wanderlust (satisfying my new hankie obsession), Anna Taylor (maker of the gorgeous HFX embroidery), Heart and Hook (she makes me want to fill my home with terrariums), Kyla Francis (how did I walk away without a mug?), Sweet on Ewe (her antique sock knitting machine stole my heart) and Honeyspoon Baking Co (for the name alone and the fact that she has the best granola anywhere). There were more. So many more and each one is worth taking a look at. The full list of vendors can be found here.

Thank you to everyone who stopped by my spot to have a look, share letterpress stories, give lovely compliments or take a few goodies home. It was a great weekend.