Chinatown has been hit hard by the pandemic. They are trying to get people to come. The cheery lanterns are inviting. We went there for dinner and ate in a cubicle outside. The food was good. A cold rain began to fall. Ordering a sizzling plater was a good idea because it kept the food hot. Next time I’ll bring a blanket and a thermal cup for the tea. Someone needs to invent a rechargeable plate warmer for outdoor dining. I couldn’t find one on Amazon to take with me for outdoor winter dining.
An odd thing that caught my eye. It looks like someone tried to put a finger in the manhole and was run over.
It’s been a long time since I went to Jones Beach on a Linnaean Society of NY field trip. I enjoyed the trip. It was nice seeing old friends. I was unable to photograph the snowy owl because of a couple of unethical photographers who went closer than 100 feet and spooked the owl. We went in search of the vagrant Spotted Towhee at Baldwin Park but we didn’t find it. Because I was with a group of birders rather than photographers I didn’t get many photos.
Collage of leaves from photos taken last November while waiting for a bus on Horatio Street, New York City.
In about 1958 my mother went to The Old Curiosity Shop in London and bought this book for me. A large 9 by 11 inch version of the sad story of The Old Curiosity Shop by Charles Dickens. The illustrations by Frank Reynolds, R. I. are priceless. I can’t find a publishing date in it or anything else about the book.
The book is one of the few things I have left from my mother and from that time. I remember reading it in a flat in Queensborough Terrace, Kensington, in my bedroom. My room used to be the old larder behind the kitchen and had no heat except for a small kerosene heater – very Dickensian. I loved the little moss garden in the gutter outside the window.
Click on the first one to enlarge and run the slide show. This is for you Derrick.