This is one of my favourite images of our visit to the Museum of Modern Art, in NYC. Bill is looking out at the sculpture garden, watching someone take a picture of their friend who is standing beside the piece of sculpture! I don’t think he was intentionally photo booming their picture, he didn’t stand there very long, and with the tinted windows they might not have been able to see him. His silhouette is the first body, and he is looking to the guy beside the sculpture who is looking towards the photographer, a natural leading line. The image is much more effective in black and white. Unfortunately it will be a while before we get back to New York City, but at least I have all of my pictures to look at.
Wassily Kadinsky is know to have said, “Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul.”
This lovely instrument is in the museum at Ellis Island, it is among the possessions that the immigrants brought with them to their new home. The music played touched the soul of those who could hear it, bringing back memories of home, family and happy times, and celebrations. Wondering through the museum at Ellis Island and seeing the items left behind or donated, viewing the photos, listening to the stories, my soul was touched.
I would like to know the name of the instrument, if you can help me out I would like to hear from you.
Another image of Jane’s Carousel, it was a rainy day in New York City, when we took the subway to Brooklyn and wandered the streets, our goal a little coffee shop that was recommended by a fellow blogger, called the Brooklyn Roasting Company and seeing Jane’s Carousel.
There is something magical about a carousel. Aside from the beauty and craftmanship of these historic gems, there is the craftsmanship that goes into restoring them. Maybe we remember the feeling of being a small child and riding the carousel and seeing our parents and or grandparents standing on the side waiting for us to come around and wave. Maybe it is as a parent or grandparent standing on the side and seeing the joy of the children as the see us and wave. There is magic and joy all around the carousel, and this one is no exception. The setting on the East River in view of the Brooklyn Bridge even on a rainy gray day is worth the walk, after all the coffee shop is just around the corner!
Jane’s Carousel, in Brooklyn Bridge Park, near the Brooklyn Bridge, along the East River, housed in a glass pavillion is the historic carousel has been completely restored. For just $2.00 anyone can ride the ponies. The day Bill and I were there it was a quiet day – opening at 11 am on Sunday only a few parents were out with their small children to experience the magic.
Carousels are such a pleasure, check out Jake’sprinter’s web post for more of his reader’s posts on pleasure.
Bill and I visited Brooklyn, on a rainy Saturday. A blogger friend had recommended a coffee shop, the Brooklyn Roasting Company on Jay St. Dispite the weather we set off to see the area, here is Bill walking down Jays St. – with the cobblestone streets, and old rail lines. After a warm cup of coffee we headed out to walk along the river.
One last picture of the Guggenheim Museum in New York City, this time the exterior – I wanted toget in close enough to eliminate a lot of the background, yet still show off it’s unusual shape, to make the photo more about the geometry, and the lines. I converted the image to a high contrast black and white, the building is really quite dirty and the black and white reduced the amount of dirt that can be seen in the image.
I have returned from New York City with dozens of pictures from the our trip, while the Guggenheim is usually one of my favorite places to visit while in the city, this trip was a bit of a disappointment. They had just closed a major show, and were preparing the major exhibit halls for a new show – lots of painters – not paintings!
The Guggenheim opened in 1959 was designed by Frank Lloyd Wright, and is one of the cities most notable architectural landmarks.
Ellis Island and the Ellis Island Museum is one of my favorite places to visit while in New York City. I never get tired of hearing the stories of the Immigrants. As a Canadian, the people who came to this country share similar stories to those told at this museum. To understand their life, and their struggles is to understand where we come from. To realize that what we have is built on a foundation of their hard work, their determination and the strength.
This piano, now sits in one of the displays on the third floor, of items left behind when the Immigration Center closed. It was played by may of the immigrants waiting to be processed, to pass the time and to entertain those that waited. I can only image the variety of music that was play, love songs, ballads, dance songs and kids songs from so many different countries.
The Ellis Island Museum tells the story of 12 million immigrants that entered the United States between 1892 AND 1924. According to the website over 40 percent of Americans can trace their lineage through the Ellis Island Immigration Station. The second floor are these beautiful windows – the light streams in an warms the room. Looking out the window we can see the Statue of Liberty.