Welcome to my blog. My name is Susan Lulic Enholm. I will post poetry, short-short stories, photography, and travel experiences. The category Butterfly Wings will contain those incidental pieces that happen to float by and need a place to land.
October is a great time to visit the city. Plan a trip that includes the Open House New York (www.ohny.org) weekend. Events take place in the five boroughs. More than 250 historic, cultural, and architectural sites opened their doors to welcome visitors in 2019.
The newest attraction on Manhattan’s west side – Hudson Yards (30th Street to 43rd), made my Top 10 list. Promoted as a place to live, shop, and work, the site comes with caveats. The first city-based Neiman Marcus welcomes shoppers ready to open their wallets. The Shed, a $475 million cultural center, will excite even the New Yorker who has seen it all.
New York City, ever an adventure in art, culture, and life itself, came to the fore in the 41st IRT subway (7th Avenue). The much-admired Jack Beal (1931 – 2013) mosaics have, no doubt, been photographed many, many times. I had to have my own images of TheOnset of Winter and The Return of Spring. The murals depict the Greek myth of Persephone, the goddess of spring. Kidnapped by Hades, she was forced to live in the underground for half of the year. Demeter, her mother and goddess of harvest, asked Zeus to intervene. Long story – Persephone and her mother were reunited for half of the year. Thus, earth has six months of springtime and summer.
I love the juxtaposition and humor of street scenes. Anonymous, creative people make travel fun, especially as I try to figure out what’s going on. Then there are those nuanced images I see with my own eyes and record just because they are unique. A few months ago travels took me to Boston, Quebec, and Montreal. That said, here are a few new images.
On a morning walk along Newbury Street, I saw two retail stores that might attract similar customers.
Here’s an inspirational message left in the ladies room of North Station, Boston. One anonymous woman giving encouragement to another. Thanks for the kind words, sister.
The Montreal Museum of Fine Arts will exhibit works by Alexander Calder until February 24, 2019. Hens and roosters are favorite creatures, and here’s a Calder that makes me smile.
On to Old Town in Montreal with its cobblestone streets and plenty of restaurants. A great find was the Stash Café on St. Paul Street, W., serving Eastern European food.
Last stop was Old Quebec. A funicular takes passengers up top of the city, then you can walk down. I did not photograph historic buildings or statues. Images of a clothing store with an audacious name and a restroom dispenser concluded my trip.
Here are a few signs that span amusing and practical to philosophical and sad. Each image is a message, a micro-story, in the big, bold City of New York. On my way by taxi from LaGuardia Airport to the city, I heeded the warning – do not assault the driver. Jorge was a lovely man who immigrated from the island of Jamaica years ago. Why would anyone want to harm him or any other driver?
Construction and teardowns are constant activies in the city. Sky high and stiletto thin hotels and apartment buildings welcome the wealthy. Older neighborhoods along 14th Street and into the Meat Packing District are being dismantled brick by brick. ‘Way back when, my one-bedroom apartment on E. 18th Street between 2nd and 3rd rented for $240/month. Richard’s two bedroom, 2-bath at Quaker Ridge (21st & 3rd), now a condominium, sells for $1 million. As apartment buildings are demolished in low-income neighborhoods tenants struggle to find affordable housing. No matter its flaws, New York City is fabulous!
A friend recommended the Salisbury Hotel, an older hotel on 57th between 6th and 7th Avenues. Excellent choice as the hotel has large rooms — our room had two closets, all the amenities, including a safe that locked with a key. Great neighborhood with a Duane Reed on one corner, restaurants, and a subway entrance on 7th Avenue.
I love New York City, no doubt about that! As a little girl, my merchant seaman father often took me into the city. He hung out on the docks and at the seaman’s hall. We’d have lunch at Horn and Hardart’s Automat. I loved choosing food displayed behind little glass windows. I worked in the city, lived in the city, and met Richard’s at Molly Malone’s, a neighborhood bar on Third Avenue. I’m happy in the hustle and knocked myself out for five great days in September. These images are from that trip.
My cell phone camera is too easy to use. The images may not be Nikon sharp, and that’s how it goes. I like street photography — see something, press the shutter button! The moment will not repeat itself. New York City – Images.1 is about anonymous people who caught my eye.
First impressions — the city center plaza of Jackson Hole reminded me of Santa Fe. Western art galleries, shops ’til you drop, and restaurants line the square and trail along the side streets. Tourists love the place. In winter elk do, too. They live outside of town on the vast National Elk Refuge. To get started we drove straight to the visitor’s center for information and maps. Our list of places to see — National Museum of Wildlife Art, Grand Teton National Park, the Laurance S. Rockefeller Preserve, Teton Village tram ride, and the byways that took us away from the main road.
Snowmelt cut our Snake River float trip time in half. The water raced along carrying logs, branches, and debris. Eagles, herons, pelicans, and beavers didn’t seem to notice the high water and flooded riverbanks. On our fifth and final day we returned to an old favorite, Yellowstone and the Hayden Valley.