Times Square

Times Square

Times Square

Times Square

Stirred

The current stirred the river and the wind rose its waves.

path within the river

I saw them walking towards me on the path in the river. Haddy, Scotty, Chippy, 

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Up from under the bridge

She moved one step up from the water while the boy waded,

Laughing man's friend

Laughing man sat with a friend and her tone tossed lost words into my memory, don't you see night is coming you better get your tail out of that water, he ignored her, stepping further out, then dropped to his knees, forearms submerged, soft belly hanging into wet coolness. He dug his toes into the sand and looked down, his hands bleached, rose his head and looked back at her and she saw some sort of water creature, or her dog, cooling himself in the swampy water, and she sighed, his lower lip swollen and blue, and his face, now a beautiful golden sun, its light disappearing from the horizon and dipping into the water.

59th Street Bridge

It was still hot when dusk ended and the heat of the day kept the night white. I remember a desert I have never walked as the river glared bright in my mind as I waited for the breeze and he laughed so loud instead.

Times Square

Times Square

 Her face painted red, green, yellow and blue. Flashing as she danced in her shrine, alone in a store window.

Under the river

River under the bridge

If I spent every night for the rest of my life drawing the river, I would only learn to draw what I hadn't seen the night before.

59th street Bridge

You wouldn't know looking at this drawing; the water is alive, it does not look like the sky, it jumps and skips, light slips off it, its stirred by the summer wind, and torn by an ebbing tide,

keep working at it

Times Square

The rain has stopped and the square fills with friday night people, and the bright lights  hold the dark night above them but eventually it falls on all of us.

59th Street Bridge

What I love about the bridge is the river it spans. The long strong arm stretches out 

59th Street Bridge

Time Square looking north

On a friday night thousands of people fill the square and the buildings rise as curtains and touch the black sky.

Time Square looking south

Empire State Building

It was raining and it was late, but still lit, and fog soaked its light like cotton,

and looking out my window I know how lucky I am.

59th Street Bridge

There is a breeze while the homeless man speaks to the river. He is a large black man and wears black clothing. He laughs also, then crosses his bare feet and falls asleep, his head resting on an arm. I strengthen the arcs and darken the distance beyond and add the barrier for perspective. Two little dogs run under the bench and bark madly. They will not catch the rat.

59th Street Bridge

59th Street Bridge

At dusk I draw the first support carrying the weight of the bridge spanning the East River. My proportions are not quite right and my eye is not taken under the span to a distant point. But I love sitting on the bench and trying. The runners, their skin shinning, and the walkers pass by and  a deep humming barge, fills the river, its wake breaks off and fights the cresting tide. And as night appears, a homeless man, quiet and light, sits nearby, takes a puzzle out of his bag and a pencil and works under the sky.

rowing

this is the day

Rowing

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