After a Sunday spent running in the hills around Beacon, NY, then running around the Lower East Side with KR and Karl, Lily and I decamped Brooklyn for the Upper West Side.
Rachel & Michael's place is on the 15th floor, so we get a view all the way down Manhattan...
And down on the rooftop gardens of 101st St.
Once settled, we headed to the Rose Room of the NYPL for some reading and writing...
Late afternoon sun streaming in...
Back on the street, we got caught in a downpour in the 30s...
I had a cloth bag with notebooks. We had a tiny umbrella. There is always scaffolding to wait out passing storm.
It passed by the time we got up to the high line, an old elevated subway track that has been turned into a city park. http://www.thehighline.org/
clearly...
We scooped up Addie...
And Eric...
And watched the sun set over New Jersey...
Eric had just copped a new iPhone... He already hates it.
On our travels, we walked past Westbeth, where Merce Cunningham had his studio. Merce passed yesterday at 90. Rest in Peace.
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