First of all, unlike in California where we were having temperatures in the 70s when I left, it was Fall:
I stayed some of the time in the outer Brooklyn, near some beautiful streets:
Where the little guys are not afraid of the big ones.
I took the train into Manhattan:
...straight to the museum mile.
This one was closed the first time I went, but the second time I saw the amazing Kandinsky exhibit there right now. So impressive, Kandinskys everywhere, Kandinsky paintings all down and up the ramp, Kandinsky drawings in the adjacent room, and a group of huge canvases at the bottom of the spiral. Truly a feast for the eyes and mind.
Some of my favorites that I remember: Moscow, the Riding Couple, Black Grid.
Also look at this one. I think I liked the room of drawings and watercolors the best - at least some pieces there, even though we raced through it.
The day the Guggenheim was closed the Met was open. I visited The Art of the Samurai, got lost in the 18th century French paintings and ended up at Robert Frank's The Americans, which had moved there from San Francisco. On the roof there was a sculpture by Roxy Paine:
And a glorious view of Central Park:
...with Fith Avenue rooftops. Then I commenced my descent through the looking glass:
I love museums.
The day of the open Guggenheim we came back to the Met and almost ran through the impressionists but they were delicious nonetheless. I got acquainted with this painting.
And back in Brooklyn, some pumpkins:
- Halloween, of course.