Hello everybody and welcome back to My Weekly Flickr.
Well, itâs not Buffalo but it was still pretty cold here, in the 20âs and windy when I went out but I see now itâs about 40 degrees. But itâs dry, at least until tomorrow with the threat of a deluge on Monday. Another wet commute to start the week, something that doesnât please me. But I must have mentioned previously that the whole commuting thing is starting to pall. I had an annoying situation with my bus which actually turned out to be to my advantage. I have the option of taking two different lines to go into and out of Manhattan. This is very handy as one of them runs far more frequently, albeit stopping more often. I take the longer one in the morning while taking the quicker one for the ride home. A few weeks ago I boarded the bus in the afternoon, sat down and then heard the driver tell someone that he didnât stop at my stop. To myself I immediately said, Oh? Other passengers pricked up their ears as well. The driver went on to announce that because it wasnât a âlegitimateâ bus stop and the gas station on the corner where it stopped had complained, the police were giving the drivers tickets and he was no longer going to stop there. This was annoying on a few levels. Itâs directly across the street from my home and the new stop is two blocks away. I donât mind walking but Iâm not thrilled about an extra two block walk at the end of the day if itâs freezing cold, or raining or snowing. The gas station was renovated some months ago, torn down to the ground and rebuilt. During the course of construction they also repaired the sidewalk on the two sides bordering the street. I canât be sure but I seem to remember that there actually was a bus stop sign and that they must have removed it when laying the concrete and never put it back up again. Additionally the all the buses have stopped there for the 8 years Iâve lived in this house so to arbitrarily stop now doesnât seem fair. The driver, who is a nice guy, sympathized and told us we should complain to NJ Transit. Which I did and let me tell you that I got the same satisfaction from them that I get in writing this tale, none. All they told me was it wasnât a âlegitimateâ bus stop. The silver lining is that since I negotiated with my employer to let me leave earlier, I have incrementally moved the leaving time back from the compromise we reached to my original request. Prior to this stopping issue I didnât think to check the schedule but afterwards I did and saw that I could just catch an earlier bus on the other route, and even with the additional stops still get home anywhere from 15 to 25 minutes early. So for once I came out on top in the commuting area. But my ultimate aim is to end the commute. Iâve never encountered a delay in going from my home office to the comfy chair in my living room.
I had a splendid time with my friends last week and actually wound up doing something I seldom do which is a doubleheader. That is, a different friend emailed on Friday and asked if I would like to have her visit on Sunday afternoon. Sundays for me traditionally mean reading the Sunday newspapers and just hanging out. But I immediately wrote back and told her yes as itâs been some time since we got together and she just had her first hip replacement with the second one coming in February. I thought I would take her out for an early dinner but she wrote back to say she wanted to come around 1PM and leave around 3PM because she doesnât want to drive in the dark. Something that I, and a number of my friends, can all now relate to. In addition to vision problems, the headlights on cars have become increasingly powerful and some people persist in riding with the brights on which is incredibly annoying. Itâs bad enough dealing with traffic from the other direction but itâs just as bad when itâs behind you and reflecting off your inside and side mirrors. So she came and I made my famous frothy coffee and we ate the Java cake I had whipped up the morning before, before leaving for my first visit. I discovered on the ride home from the shore that once again my lack of directional acuity has been leading me astray. To arrive at my home I eventually travel on the NJ Turnpike. As you travel North it splits off to the George Washington Bridge or the Lincoln Tunnel. When I lived in my old town I went to the Tunnel because I lived very close to it. When I moved I continued to use that side as when you go through the toll, it leaves you out on Route 3 which is what I want now. Saturday night I was driving home and I got confused because I noticed that the Bridge side also said Route 3. I moved back and forth before finally deciding to gamble and take the Bridge side. Imagine my surprise when it let me out in the Meadowlands five minutes from my home instead of at the beginning of Route 3 by the tunnel. And it only took me 8 years to figure this out. Just hope I remember the next time.
Anyway, despite the cold and wind I went into the City and walked up to the Metropolitan Museum. I arrived and was dismayed to see long lines at the coat check, something I donât normally encounter that early in the day. It looked like there were several group tours which added to the mix. And they only had two clerks despite having 8 or 9 hanging coat racks. I waited a while and then gave up and just wore my coat. I wasnât warm but I wasnât as comfortable as I would have been if I had been allowed to check it.
But despite my complaining I had a very nice time. The first exhibit I visited was Madame Cezanne. A series of portraits of his mistress, mother of his child and eventual wife, Hortense Fiquet. She was his favorite model and he painted 29 portraits of her including a series of four portraits in a red dress. The plaque in the museum said it was the first time all four of these portraits were reunited since they had left his studio. Theyâre all the same pose in the same posture but each one is different and very beautiful. Three are from other museums with the fourth belonging to the Met. When I viewed it I didnât think I had seen it hanging in the galleries and when I went to the website it says that itâs not on view. Thatâs one of the wonderful things about the Met, their collection is so large you never know when theyâre going to bring something out of storage for a show. And because itâs the Met, itâs usually top quality. Cezanne boasted that no one painted red like he did. In addition to the portraits there are sketches he did of Hortense and other figures and objects, in addition to some watercolors which were exhibited in a separate room. The sketches are really remarkable in that he was just observing and pictorially making notes in his book for future works. Like so many famous artists Cezanne was not a very nice person, he treated Hortense very badly, only marrying her to legitimize his sonâs birth. His friends made fun of her and he allowed it and when he died he disinherited her from his will. Happily for Hortense their son was a much better person and he saw to her needs until she passed away. This is an article from the New York Times about the exhibit.
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/11/23/arts/design/madame-czanne-at-the-metropolitan-museum.html?_r=0 This is a link to the museum website with some background.
http://www.metmuseum.org/about-the-museum/press-room/exhibitions/2014/madame-cezanne The website doesnât show all the images from the exhibit unfortunately and they didnât issue a press release which I find surprising but here is a twitter feed with a number of them.
https://twitter.com/hashtag/madamecezanne On my way to the second exhibit I walked through the drawing corridor and was pleased to see some new drawings and watercolors from Eugene DeLacroix and Theodore Gericault. You can see a little bit of it here at a Met blog.
http://www.metmuseum.org/about-the-museum/now-at-the-met/2014/delacroix-gift And at this link you can see Gericaultâs The Flemish Farrier.
http://www.metmuseum.org/collection/the-collection-online/search/358099 The second exhibit was
http://www.metmuseum.org/about-the-museum/press-room/exhibitions/2014/bartholomeus-spranger Bartholomeus Spranger - Splendor and Eroticism in Imperial Prague. Spranger was a late 16th early 17th century Flemish artist who worked in Prague. I knew absolutely nothing about him prior to hearing about the exhibit and reading this article in the NY Times.
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/11/14/arts/design/getting-to-know-bartholomeus-spranger-at-the-met.html The paintings vary between religious settings and nude mythological settings. As I walked through the exhibit I thought to myself I hadnât really seen much art like this and I confess I didnât know what to make of it. As the Times says he is not a major Renaissance painter and his works are odd to say the least but it really is a fascinating exhibit. As a side note, one of the paintings, Hercules and Omphale, which is illustrated in the Times article is described like this: âIn an opulent bedroom, the lithe Omphale, whom Hercules has been condemned to serve by the Delphic oracle, stands naked with her back to the viewer holding his club over her shoulder like a baseball player awaiting the next pitch. Hercules sits to the left wearing a feminine pink frock; heâs handling spinning implements, performing an activity ordinarily reserved for women.â Rather apropos for Betties. This is a link to the Wikipedia page with my favorite picture in the exhibit, a self-portrait. There were two actually, both wonderful. He painted both of them for one of his benefactors, the second one after the benefactor gave away the first one. I guess you can tell by my choice of the portrait that I really prefer that kind of art to the fantastic.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bartholomeus_Spranger Well, lots of babble this week.
This week I have replaced the at sign with %40 for all the pertinent links. Now let's see what %age of the clips we like.
Andy G.
Pretty in pink party
https://www.flickr.com/photos/paulasatijn/15373788998 Shag Me
https://www.flickr.com/photos/57172609%40N04/15547055251 18199
https://www.flickr.com/photos/126261562%40N08/15353105547I'm a publicist and Matt is a flamboyant journalist. He looks better in that dress than just about any other person
https://www.flickr.com/photos/lastletterread/15623122951 The wedding dress.
https://www.flickr.com/photos/karenmartin21/15444329310 261014b 027 (2)
https://www.flickr.com/photos/brenda-silmaril/15034754663 Vampire Lesbians of Sodom dress rehearsal
https://www.flickr.com/photos/26186593%40N08/15651309475 Little princess
https://www.flickr.com/photos/53516713%40N06/15642449071 ...a little bit?
https://www.flickr.com/photos/104312886%40N07/15443180759 How could this happen. How could they know?
https://www.flickr.com/photos/60741642%40N06/15433050808 9-2-14 (22)
https://www.flickr.com/photos/43980518%40N08/15006385964Transexual Crossdressing
https://www.flickr.com/photos/sandstormmelody/8153723082