labor day weekend in the city felt like i had somehow missed the memo; like the end of summer is best celebrated away and silly me for not knowing. i meandered entire rooms of the met solo on saturday and the streets of the village were mine alone on sunday. it was completely quiet and oddly rejuvenating. it's not every day that i feel i've got the place to myself.
This reminded me of a passage from The Great Gatsby: "I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone's away. There's something very sensuous about it - overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands."ReplyDelete
I, too, would enjoy NYC in a quiet state. I really like the composition of your photographs.
that sounds amazing--i love it when you feel like the only one there, it kind of makes it seem magical.ReplyDelete
Those black doors! That white wall!ReplyDelete
Peacefulness and empty streets in a city is bliss. I love these photos, they seem to reflect the quiet.ReplyDelete
I'm so glad you missed the memo. You deserve to own the city just a bit!ReplyDelete
I've heard of this happening on holidays like the Fourth and Labor Day but I just can't imagine it what it would actually look like. Thank you for the lovely pictures.ReplyDelete
Yeo, I know what you mean because I was got to spend a lot of it with you! As always, the pics are exquisite!ReplyDelete