While spending four days this week wandering around New York City, I actually didn’t carry my iPad around nearly as much as is typically assumed people do, mostly because it was a pain to do so, especially when I was so worried about thieving. But I had it with me Monday morning, and of course, I had it on the train.
A train that on the way there at one point slowed to a stop and dropped power in the middle of nowhere, while outside my window was a pool of water with bared and broken trees in it, even with the other trees around all still green. It was the sort of moment that demanded a photo:
Fortunately, the train got going again quickly enough.
Monday morning I learned I would need sunscreen when I went to the US Open Wednesday, so I started walking down the street hoping to hit a drugstore. Instead I hit Central Park:
At least it provided the opportunity for some more photography:
Eventually I emerged from the Park, by now hopelessly lost. I eventually found the Met Art Museum, which is closed on Mondays, & the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, which is not, so I went into the latter. The Guggenheim does not permit photography in its galleries, though does allow it in the lobby. Though I saw nothing worth the effort, until my plans to leave the museum after seeing everything were stalled by a torrential downpour and my not having my umbrella with me. I wasn’t the only one, the lobby was crowded with people killing time with iPads and iPhones, and staring out the window, a sight I thought deserved to be recorded:
And I took some photos of New Jersey on the way home: