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I didn’t take many pictures at the Metropolitan Museum of Art because the crowds got to me. That was unfortunate because what are usually the most crowded areas were mostly empty since they weren’t near the Manet/Degas special exhibit. Still, I didn’t want to slow down Cousin Al as he searched for art to enjoy (he’s an artist, art professor, curator, and gallery director). Very fun to have with you in a museum. He can tell personal stories about many of the artists. So, instead, here are a couple of shots taken on 77th Street as I headed to the museum, and then a couple of views inside.
Today, I walked on the Paseo and worked out and stretched on the beach. I stretched again when I got home. I wore a cap because my head looks like I was in a fight. I have two scabs on the top of my head from where I bumped and scraped it, if I remember correctly, on some item on our kitchen wall rack when I had bent down to put in a new bin (trash) bag. The scratch I gave myself on my forehead while I slept is an inch long and healing well, which means the scab is dark and can’t be missed. More than a cap, I need a shaggy wig (click here for some I’ve worn in the past). A restful night’s sleep would help I think.
Anyway, I captured the above image in the 77th Street subway station after getting off the 6 Train, which, if you remember. I caught at Bleeker Street after walking underground from Broadway-Lafayette to change from the F Train, instead of doing what The Kid Brother would have told me to do. “You shoulda just taken the A Train straight there! Right to 81st Street!” Lesson learned.
No tomé muchas fotografías en el Museo Metropolitano de Arte porque la multitud me afectaba. Eso fue una lástima porque las áreas que suelen ser las más concurridas estaban en su mayoría vacías ya que no estaban cerca de la exposición especial Manet/Degas. Aun así, no quería frenar al primo Al mientras buscaba arte para disfrutar (es artista, profesor de arte, curador y director de galería). Es muy divertido tenerlo contigo en un museo. Puede contar historias personales sobre muchos de los artistas. En cambio, aquí hay un par de fotografías tomadas en la calle 77 mientras me dirigía al museo, y luego un par de vistas del interior.
Hoy caminé por el Paseo, hice ejercicio y me estiré en la playa. Me estiré de nuevo cuando llegué a casa. Me puse una gorra porque mi cabeza parece como si estuviera en una pelea. Tengo dos costras en la parte superior de mi cabeza donde me golpeé y raspé, si no recuerdo mal, con algún artículo en el estante de la pared de la cocina cuando me agaché para poner una nueva bolsa de basura. El rasguño que me hice en la frente mientras dormía tiene una pulgada de largo y está sanando bien, lo que significa que la costra es oscura y no se puede pasar por alto. Más que una gorra, necesito una peluca peluda (haz clic aquí para ver algunas que he usado en el pasado). Creo que una noche de sueño reparador ayudaría.
De todos modos, capturé la imagen de arriba en la estación de metro de 77th Street después de bajarme del Tren 6, que tomé en Bleeker Street después de caminar bajo tierra desde Broadway-Lafayette para cambiar de tren, en lugar de hacer lo que The Kid Brother me habría dicho que hiciera. “¡Deberías haber tomado el tren A directamente allí! ¡Derecho a la calle 81!” Lección aprendida.
• Avenida del Parque. Esa agencia de publicidad para la que trabajé (publicación de ayer) se ubicó por primera vez en Park y 56th Street. Pasé tres meses allí. Siempre me sentí muy chic yendo a mi trabajo de mierda. Mi jefe me regaló un cartón de cigarros (cigarillos) como aguinaldo. Fumaba unos 10 de mis cigarrillos al día. Alguna bonificación.
• No me importaría vivir en una de esas casas cuando visite Nueva York.
• El Templo de Dendur. Egipto. Período Romano. 10 a.C. Entregado a los Estados Unidos en 1965.
• Escultura y Artes Decorativas Europeas.
• Me ataqué mientras dormía. Esto es lo que me atacó cuando estaba despierto.
• Algo bonito de la caminata de hoy.
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Oh, gracious, so sorry to hear about the head attacks. Yikes. Perils of being tall?
I very much enjoyed my visit (with my two sisters!) to the Met a few summers ago, when we were all visiting in NJ (where one of my sisters lives, as does my niece, and her fabulous two little girls). I hadn’t been in decades.
Judy C:
Head bonks can often be attributed to the perils of being tall. These can’t. Klutz and disturbed! Until two years ago, I hadn’t been to the Met since the early ´90s (when Chuck told us how to get there). So worth visiting regularly.
Triptych is how I decipher your picture. I hear you re: crowds ~ not my cuppa cuppa anymore. Good to see your head is healing! I always end up scratching and causing further scars to form. Best to you both!
Ron:
There are plenty of special exhibits I never saw because the crowds ruin them for me. King Tut is one. And, yes, I always end up scratching, too. It’s taking all my self-control right now.
You’re making me nostalgic with all that subway talk. Love that spectacular trumpet flower. Take care of your head! (I have a vague memory that that’s an Arabic expression — or maybe it’s “How is your head?”)
Steve:
By day, I should wear a helmet. By night, mittens. I did enjoy being back in NYC… and people were very pleasant.
I followed the link back to your wig photos, you silver fox, LOL! The third one suits you the best!
Debra:
I was really tempted to buy that third one and I kind of regret that I didn’t. It would meet all my needs right now… and I’d look like a rock star.
Boud here. Better stay out of the kitchen if it’s a deathtrap! This was a wakeup call. No idea about the sleeping attacks, unless they’re wake up calls too.
The Met is too big, too peopled, too full, better to live close enough to just stop in for a few minutes, but when it’s a day trip as it is for me, oh well.
Boud:
I’ve walked into glass doors more than once, cracked my nose on my 1976 Mazda hatchback, walked into doors. No place is safe. I agree with you about the Met. If I lived there, I’d have memberships everywhere and just pop in for one exhibit whenever I felt like it.
The pictures from the less crowded parts of the museum are great. Please, watch your head.
I love the fact the curators created a whole building just to house that Egyptian/Roman temple!
Every time we’re in Spain, we just drool over those huge Brugmansia “Angel’s trumpet” flowers… Jx
Jon:
That space is stunning. I love sitting there and contemplating my sins (or whatever).
I walked in the rain, around the back of the Met, in Central Park. We should go back.
David:
There’s always something to experience. Walking in the rain in Central Park is delightful.
Do you have RBD? A good friend of mine does and he has sometimes wounded himself in his sleep.
Not fun! I bite my tongue in my sleep and it’s a horrible thing to wake up to- that pain and sometimes blood.
I’ve never been to the Met and I doubt I ever will go and I think that my life is less rich because of that. But yes- the crowds.
Those datura (angel trumpets) are gorgeous.
And that was Ms. Moon
Ms. Moon:
I had never heard of RBD until yesterday when I decided to look up “self injury during sleep.” I sure hope that’s not me. What thing that tells me it might not be is that I’ve been doing it my entire life, since childhood. But I’ve got a doctor appointment Friday and will ask about it. I’ve never (thank goddess) bitten my tongue in my sleep. I used to grind my teeth. Had a bite guard for that. I also have restless leg syndrome, which was much worse when I was working and now just “kicks up” every so often. The Met is amazing and can be overwhelming.
I have a memoir on my TBR called All the Beauty in the World by Patrick Bringley that deals with the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I’ll have to let you know what I think of it.
Kelly:
I look forward to hearing about it.
You should have listened to Kid Brother! 🙂
That’s the largest Angel Trumpet (Datura) plant I’ve ever seen. Gorgeous!
Jennifer:
The Kid Brother told me several times “You shoulda called me!”
That’s a brugmansia suaveolens, related to datura. These grow to about 16 feet tall. This one is so happy where it is.
When the crowds are too much in any social event , I feel all is lost
I try to go to museums and public places “ out of hours”
John Gray:
We, too, try to go on off days and off hours. And this reminded me why!
Never been to New York but the best art museum I’ve ever been to is the National Gallery of Art in Washington DC.
Adam:
The museums in DC are amazing… and free… and all so close together.
I HATE going to museums when they are really crowded. I have a bit of an aversion to crowded spaces anyway, so when things are really, really crowded I just have to get out of there. Once I went to an art museum in Barcelona with an art teacher from my school, and it was the best thing ever as she explained things about the artists and their personal lives. It made everything seem more real and human I guess. Stay safe and watch your head!
mcpersonalspace54:
I’ve foregone some really exceptional and popular exhibits simply because I don’t enjoy museums when they’re crowded. We still haven’t been up north. I’m dying to visit Barcelona and Bilbao.
Barcelona is a great city. I think you’d like it. The architecture is amazing!
mcpersonalspace54:
I first learned about the architecture of Barcelona and Bilbao when I was in 6th grade. It really had an impact on me. I then majored in art and the city’s kept coming up. I can’t believe we haven’t made it up there yet. But I suppose we’ve had a lot of big trips (some mandatory) since arriving here.
THE WIG PICS!!!!!! I can’t even…
Sassybear:
I had so much fun with the wigs… and I really liked myself in that last one.