Some more about the orchid show plus my photographs. I use Lightroom and Photoshop to bring out the impressions that what to create for each image.








Some more about the orchid show plus my photographs. I use Lightroom and Photoshop to bring out the impressions that what to create for each image.








This post is a continuation of the previous post of the structures in this orchid show. The theme is the concrete jungle. I like all the black, it makes the orchids color’s pop.









We went to see the annual The Orchid Show: Mr. Flower Fantastic’s Concrete Jungle | New York Botanical Garden. Very unusual setting s this year. I’m not sure if I liked it. The orchids in circular laundry doors are fun.
A quote from the NYBG website:
New York City has never bloomed like this. At The Orchid Show: Mr. Flower Fantastic’s Concrete Jungle, orchids collide with concrete in a dazzling reimagining of the Big Apple, from stoops and slice shops to the subway itself. Step into a breathtaking fusion of nature and cityscape artistry in the Enid A. Haupt Conservatory, and experience the flair and style of New York transformed by thousands of flowers.
This set is for Dan’s Thursday Doors: Romanian Room – No Facilities













This is one of the few gas lamps remaining in Greenwich Village, New York City. And there is a door so I can post it for Thursday Doors. See Dan’s Swedish Room – No Facilities

We stayed overnight at the Collective Governors Island | Luxury Camping Resort New York in 2019. It is lovely to lie in the tent with the tent flap open overlooking the harbor. In the early morning the mist softens the landscape.


In 2001, I worked at One Financial Center. I passed by the Irish Hunger Memorial on my way to work. When it was foggy or raining it reminded me of the British Isles.
I edited th old unedited photo. Here is the before and after.


During the winter holidays the Baccarat Hotel hung one of their chandeliers. It was placed at the corner of 14th Street and Hudson Street in the Meatpacking District of Manhattan. Each time I passed by I thought of the song “Chandelier.”



I was intrigued by how the oak leaves managed to embed themselves in the decorative cabbage.


