I think only New York City can boast its self with some unique tourist attractions. By attractions, I really mean it in a strong manner. Last Saturday, we walked around Times Square and saw a half-naked lady who claimed to be “the Naked Cowgirl”, parading with her guitar, showing off her big smile and also more of her to the amusements of some people. Not far from her, the original man who started the attractions, “the Naked Cowboy”, entertained some tourists who flocked around him, giggling and smiling. While close to the vicinity, several people wearing costumes of Sesame Street characters or superheroes, trying to get as many tourists who were willing to pay to pose with them. In a city as unique as New York, some people find them selves work in a unique way to earn something for living, even if it means selling off their image in the most vulnerable way.
“Believe in yourself! Have faith in your abilities! Without a humble but reasonable confidence in your own powers, you cannot be successful or happy.”
-Norman Vincent Peale-
Taken while standing in the middle of New York street that was almost empty on Thanksgiving.
“If you don’t know where you are going, any road will get you there.”
– Lewis Carroll –
They grew in a pretty secluded area between the old and new buildings in Yale University campus. Rows upon rows of little white flowers that sparkled under the sun. They were like little stars stemming from a fragile stalk. When I saw the many flowers that bloomed, I felt as I was in a dreamlike metaphor among fairies from a story book.
“The Amen of nature is always a flower.”
Oliver Wendell Holmes
Nestled at the corner of my neighbor’s fence is Clematis. The flowers are as big as the palm of your hand. Its color is deep purple with lighter shade sprouting from the center to each of its petals. This one is the Guiding Star Clematis, that looks amazingly like the star of the garden.
“The poet should have but one model, nature; but one guide, truth.”
– Victor Hugo –
The year is almost ending. I encountered moments of sadness this year, when my mother passed away in February and my grandfather in October. My mother was a battered woman and her last fight was with cancer. She would always be my hero no matter what, the source of my strength and courage. Any day is like healing time for me. My usual chat with my mother is no more, and I miss her so much. Whereas my grandfather was the person who encouraged me to take learning foreign languages seriously. My writing ability came from him. He also encouraged me to write letters to him. So we wouldn’t lose touch, he said. But how do you heal from grieving of losing people whom you love dearly? Will the promise that time will heal, really happen? It’s still going on for me.
(My mother one time said, she’d love to see the colors of Autumn. So here it is, those colors through my eyes.)
“Everybody needs places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and cheer and give strength.”
With plethora of fresh fruits and vegetables, not to mention choices of pretty flowers, farmer’s market is THE place to be, to shop and admire the latest harvest. Sometimes I found some interesting thing that I only heard or read before, like boysenberry, or cute and amusing fruits with one of a kind shape. I sure will miss walking about the farmer’s market and picking up some fruits and vegetables to bring home, now that it’s over for this season.
“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of each.”
-Henry David Thoreau-