Hudson River looking over at New Jersey.
The skyline of Jersey City.
The Statue of Liberty.
Tenth Avenue (I think).
The Empire State Building.One thing you get on the High Line are some juxtapositions that you wouldn’t get at street level.
I love how the Frank Gehry building peeks around the corner of the old brick building in the left foreground.
This rogue weed growing out of an adjacent building is a reminder of the High Line’s wild past.
Philly’s hometown boy, Thomas Eakins is well represented at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. He did many portraits throughout his career but is perhaps best known for images of the male form (rowing, wrestling, etc.) and a few large works depicting medical lectures such as the The Gross Clinic and The Agnew Clinic. The photo below of The Agnew Clinic is just a detail of the much larger painting. The major action in the painting (shown in the detail below) very dramatically takes place in the lower right corner of the canvas. The lecturer (not shown in the detail) is similarly illuminated as the surgeons, but is off to the left away from the action. The steeply raked rows of observers fill most of the painting and provide a darkish background that makes the surgical team and, to a lesser degree, Professor Agnew almost glow on the canvas.
It is too bad they placed the information placard so close to this lovely bas-relief sculpture by American artist Augustus Saint-Gaudens. Kind of messed up my photo.
Although we get plenty of butterflies and bees in our terrace garden, except for one Robin who grabbed a worm once, we haven’t really been able to attract any birds. I won’t let John put out seed because I don’t want to attract rats (or any more of those damn squirrels). So it was quite surprising and satisfying to see these little Gold Finches clinging to the stock of the verbena bonariensis and feeding on the blossom, probably for seeds. The photos were taken through the window and screen so they look a bit fuzzy. And the dead plant in the background is the result of the plant sitter not watering it…nothing to do with John’s green fingers.
I am more than a little behind in posting about some of my recent travels. A few weeks ago we were in Philedelphia briefly. John was busy with work related stuff while I tooled around the city on a beautiful sunny day. 
Independence Hall
Robert Indiana’s Love sculpture looking up the boulevard toward the Philadelphia Musuem of Art.
Looks kind of like a set on a Hollywood lot, but is in Center City Philly instead.
The gigantic pipe organ (only a small fraction of it is visible here) at the old Wanamaker’s Department Store (now Macy’s). They play the thing twice a day, but they never really open it up–I suppose so as not to disturb shoppers–so listeners have no idea what the instrument can really do. One day I will get there for an actual afterhours concert. The only way you can really appreciate the organ.
Man’s best friend keeping watch over a little park.
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