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The Atticus Diaries - English
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Love and Peace,
Atticus Finch

Some walk together... Some walk alone... With memories of sunsets bygone...

Relections...

On an afternoon by the Central Park reservoir...

Goodbye New York

It ended on a beautiful Sunday afternoon in Battery Park... I left New York with dark clouds looming overhead and a yellow luminance heralding a delayed summer's promise on the horizon.



I go back to India and I'll continue to blog at The Atticus Diaries. Here's a parting shot of snaps from the Big Apple. Hope to be back sometime...


Maple Leaves on a pond in Central Park


A Lazy Spring Afternoon - Pier 17



Sunday Swingers in Central Park


Summer Colours and Crowds - Pier 17 Again


Poems on the Wall - Penn Station

Window-Shopping in Manhattan

Every time I walk through the streets of Manhattan, I crane my neck and look up like a village kid at a city carnival. Despite their seeming dullness and austerity from a distance, the skyscrapers of Downtown Manhattan have a lot of character. Fascinating designs adorn their rising walls. Mysterious creatures guard their windows and doors. Beautiful flowers greet the sunshine in their balconies. Birds find refuge in the nooks of these temple towers of modern capitalism.

Everytime I look up at the beautiful facade of a building, I wonder what happens inside those wonderful windows? I wonder how so many lives stacked close together must each be drifting far apart in its their own worlds? What goes on behind those glasses shining in the evening sun and smiling in the embrace medieval knights, beasts and centaurs? Who cried today, who laughed? Who watched a sunset and remembered a loved one? Who kissed and made up? Who kissed goodbye? Who watched life ebb and flow in yellow taxi-cabs and colorful pedestrians in the long avenues below?

Here is a novice photographer's tribute to Manhattan's windows - an aching neck and a few snaps zoomed several floors up into the concrete towers above.

The Mighty Towers

And there they were... The mighty towers of Lower Manhattan standing as proud testimony to capitalist triumphs. Somehow, on a spring morning, with the cold winds gushing on your face and the sun shining bright and clear, even skyscrapers look almost idyllic...

Rain or Shine

The weatherman saw thunderstorms coming in on Sunday. Thankfully, we only had a few intermittent showers. And then, just as I was about the set down into Penn Station for train back home, there was the setting sun spewing gold at the other end of the street, lighting up the Empire State Building...

The Higher You Go...

Till this point, the tallest building I have been to stood 13 storeys high. ONE HUNDRED AND SECOND FLOOR!!! Sorry! When you are little boy from a nondescript small town, there are some things you can't pretend to be indifferent about... After I overcame the intial awe, I spent a lot of time staring at the twinkling little light and trying to picture the lives that flow around them...

A Dog-Run on Wall Street

Walking down Wall-Street doing Rupee conversions of investment-banker salaries, we ran into Rufus and his master near the NYSE. Rufus was a tired boy after a lot of walking. But he posed sportingly for us...

The Lungs of New York

Any city can be forgiven its polluting transgressions if it houses and protects a haven of greenery like Central Park in its heart. The Park is full of dense greenery, birds, squirrels, joggers, horse carriages, cyclists, kids, dogs - as motley a crowd as the rest of New York. Amid some of the costliest real estate in the world (a Park view apartment can leave you poorer by $10 million), this gosling family found time, space and a lot of attention as the swam proudly about in one of the Park's little lakes...

Colorful Commuters @ Whitehall Station

New York is a colorful mix! As a guy in the pizzeria on 7th Avenue told me, 50% of the world's population will have someone they know in New York. You see Africans, Japanese, Europeans, Latin Americans and the ubiqitous Indians and Chinese. You walk off Lower Manhattan into Chinatown and just further into Little Italy... In New York, there's space for everyone...