So, it's cherry season and I have a rather painterly ap on my phone.....
This is what happens when they don't put a fierce guard next to new concrete. Hi Doug and Cliff and Max and S who loves S. On the steps to our roof, Shithead Billy is immortalized.....I wonder where he is now?
So -- grass on the High Line
and a butterfly
and a woman, bold as brass, picking berries. Gosh, so I took her photo. Me :"Oh, er, um..... I didn't think we were.......er...." She: "They're blah-blah berries. Would you like to try one?" Me:"No, no, absolutely not." So she went back to picking them. I really have got to stop policing the globe; it's getting too tiring.
A nice bird who I will allow to pick the berries.
Swirly grass
as Frances said a taste of July 4th.....
A blue stipey family. Is it just me, or are there lots and lots this year?
On the way down from the High Line, this cheery worker wanted his photo taken!
Then Bergamot where I ate this poor fellow all up.
