Back home now. A little more from NYC while I get some new local material. A tiny, urban-sized ice skating rink sat beneath The Highline in what is still known as the Meatpacking District of Manhattan. Few people were on it but this young woman had an obvious talent for figure skating. Carolyn, Conrad and I enjoyed the way she flung her hair behind her in a spin.
We passed a compact neighborhood store as we walked back toward the train station. This is now an upscale area and little luxuries abound. The flowers for sale in front were a riot of color. When I started to edit the photo, I thought that the colors were out of control, harsh, too bright and simple. I like this B&W version better, with its focus on shape and texture.