Chelsea morning

Another clear, crisp, beautiful New York winter's day. We hit the Hell's Kitchen Flea Market, strolled on the High Line, dropped into Chelsea Market (pictured), then wandered aimlessly in the Village, tourists in our own town. 

To reach the top

A sloping, tiered wall, with grass peeking from behind, near Dia:Beacon. 

Main Street, Beacon, snow

I'm always a sucker for old storefronts and signs; this shot is from January 21 on Main Street in Beacon, New York.

Library love

In Beacon last weekend, the town was pretty quiet because it had just snowed. Without many people on the streets, we got to admire the book-related art on the main drag. Looks like there's lots of great stuff going on at the Howland Public Library!

Bright berries

Trees in transit

On the train out of the city and up to Dia:Beacon, I couldn't resist taking a few snapshots as we flashed northward. The first snow of the new year hung frail on the bare trees.

Off in the distance

Another beautiful, clear winter's day here in Queens; it's chilly, but when the sun is shining, even the view from an LIC street corner is picturesque.

Color by key

Tyree Callahan's chromatic typewriter -- a hack where he replaced ink stores with paint -- is ingenious. The modified 1937 Underwood Standard typewriter is an entry in the 2012 West Collects West Prize Competition. I sometimes find, in writing, that words are insufficient for illuminating certain brilliant ambiguities; conversely, in painting, I wrestle with wanting to exercise as much control as I can in a well-crafted sentence, a taut paragraph. Perhaps this is an appropriate compromise?

Via Hi-Fructose.

In the city, in the morning

Although I'm a morning person, I don't often see the sun as it rises. The clouds were moving quickly across the sky, and fearing that it would rain, I ducked into the nearest subway station. Perhaps I should have taken a few more pictures, or better, just gloried in the moment.

Aimless painting

Sometimes, I paint. Not very well, of course, but I paint nonetheless. This is a little canvas, at a few different stages, that I worked on last weekend.