New York City

This is Tim, our host in New York.

This is Mark, contemplating Tim’s brain.

The first night we were there Tim took us on a walk around town.     We visit the High Line.   The High Line was an elevated rail for freight trains.   The freight trains coming into the city in the ’30’s were very dangerous, killing people in the warehouse district, so the city built a raised rail line to bring in freight.   This line was abandon in the ’80’s, and left to go to its natural state.   When it looked like it would be demolished, a group organized to save it, and now it’s being made into a wonderful park area, with interesting lighting, lots of places to sit and relax, and lots of sustainable landscape inspired by the vegetation that was growing there.

Mark and Tim, on the High Line, above the clamor of New York.

If you recognize this logo, you are probably a Project Runway fan.   While Tim was at work, Mark and I wandered the garment and bead districts, and I got to visit Mood, the fabric store they use on the reality show, Project Runway.   I found so many wonderful fabrics to paw through, it was a little bit of heaven on a third floor.   Mark was disappointed, he didn’t understand why they would carry all that fabric for clothes and home decor when they could be carrying grille cloth for antique radios!

This is a tired me, starting up the steps to Tim’s place.   There are a lot of steps!

Where I stood..

On a New York City bike path.   But it’s a little while before we get there.   Lets start at the beginning of the trip.

We mostly took the turnpike, but for a little while we were on Highway 30, the Lincoln highway.

We arrive at Kutztown, PA, where the radio swap meet will be.   This is the night before the meet, when all is dark and quiet.

Here is the meet the next day, in full swing.

There were radios,

tubes,

and meters.

A map to see how far people traveled to get there.

At night they have the ritual of radio burning.   A flaming cabinet is a beautiful sight, and it keeps you warm.

She’s just about to fall over…

and there she goes!

To be continued…..

Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If you’d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places you’ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and she’ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to “where I stood”, because right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.

Learn something new

A duiker is a small antelope.   This is a small duiker.   He is only a foot tall, and still a boy.   He lives in South Africa, his name is Paul.   Paul, like most male duikers, is quite quarrelsome.   If you tell him the sky is blue, he will argue that it’s pink.   Their quarrelsome nature is why duikers live in small families or alone.   Paul still lives with his mother, but his mother is quite anxious to get him on his own.   She is tired of the arguing and the pranks.   Twice now she has run away while he was sleeping, but so far he always finds her.   Paul is that one son that won’t move out of the basement.

Meet Carl, the cunning red fox.   Carl is very proud of his tail.   He thinks the white tip on his tail is the cat’s pajamas.   He is very social, but he has been known to bore his friends bragging about his tail.   The only time he is not talking about his tail is when he is eating rodents.   Once, he caught a chicken and ate it all by himself, his friends think that was a great deed and want to hear about it, but all Carl will talk about is his tail.

Olga is an olm.   Olms live very deep in caves in rivers in Europe.   Because they never see the light of day, they have very little pigment.   They are pale pink, with red external gills.   Olga’s eyes are hidden under thick skin, she has no need for them.   She is lazy, even for an olm.   Olms spend most their time hiding under stones in cold water.   Olga likes being very stil, listening for vibrations, and quickly grabbing a bite to eat, usually a very tiny fish.   She does come up for a gulp of air every once in a while, but not often. She is very prettyfor an olm, but it doesn’t matter, she can’t see and neither can her mate.

Where I stood..

Checking out tombstones again.   I love cemeteries, the residents don’t argue.

Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If you’d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places you’ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and she’ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to “where I stood”, because right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.

Learn something new

This is Ronald.   Ronald is a fish owl.   Fish owls have adapted well to catching fish, they have featherless legs and long talons.   Their beak is more like that of an eagle.   Ronald’s favorite meal is shrimp, he can catch them by wading in shallow water.   Ronald is a disheveled fish owl, his mother is always trying to straighten his feathers.   Then again, I have never seen a sheveled fish owl.

Amy is a proboscis monkey.   Do not make fun of her nose, she is very sensitive.   She is very adept at swimming, but even more enjoys leaping from tree to tree.   Amy is very acrobatic.   Amy is smiling because she has a new boyfriend.   The old boyfriend was too much of a show-off.

This is   Ferdinand.   Like all distichodus, Ferdinand is a vegetarian.   He lives in an aquarium, where his owner can not keep aquarium plants alive.   Ferdinand eats every last one.   Fortunately, Ferdinand was born in captivity, so he has no idea he should be swimming in the great Zaire river, he thinks his little heated aquarium is the entire world.   Ferdinand is not very intelligent, he never bothers to wonder where the plants come from or what is beyond the glass.   I think he would like a mate, though, or at least a friend.   I hope his owner gets him one soon.