A new photograph this week of the Patio from the Castle of Velez Blanco, 1506-15, of carved marble at The Metropolitan Museum of Art
ˈfōtō ˈfôrtˌnīt frīdē
ˈfōtō ˈfôrtˌnīt frīdē
ˈfōtō ˈfôrtˌnīt frīdē
Morris-Jumel Mansion, 65 Jumel Terrace, New York, NY 10032
For this Friday’s photo I am going to step back in time, very recent photographs but an old subject…
A couple of days ago I headed to the West Side for a soiree at The Morris-Jumel Mansion in Washington Heights. Enjoying top billing as “Washington slept here” the mansion house is also Manhattan’s oldest, having been built built in 1765, the Colonial Era.
As I approached, the afternoon sun was just catching the top of the house but had made the surrounding trees, with their autumn leaves, a luminous ring around it. I’m not sure if the trees actually hid the city beyond or whether the glow of the leaves was just so mesmerizing that it was hard to look past them. It was very odd to get out of the subway, walk past the bustling C-Town supermarket and then barely a blink of the eye later to be so transported to a different time and place through the effects of light, architecture and nature.
Entering the building I was faced with decorous after decorous room, all sized to make even a wealthy New Yorker jealous, and I ended up drawn to Madame Jumel’s bedchamber. A room that she had occupied from 1810 onwards, 203 years ago from today and 45 years after it was built!
I have to say though that the Colonial Kitchen piqued my interest even more than the classical rooms. With its rough brick and industrial sized pots I found it hard to equate the elegant upstairs with the primitive cooking arrangements. It make me pause to consider just how much time and activity this house has stood through.
ˈfōtō ˈfôrtˌnīt frīdē
This building, 100 11th Avenue by Jean Nouvel, is an amazing jumble of frames when viewed from street level. Even though I took the photo and know the building I still can’t work out what is going on with all these angles.
ˈfōtō ˈfôrtˌnīt frīdē
ˈfōtō ˈfôrtˌnīt frīdē
This week has been very busy and I wanted a photograph with a bit of breathing room. A photograph that doesn’t shout at you, that isn’t complex or needy. A photograph to sink into.
This photograph is taken inside the Whitney Museum of American Art. It is a window to the outside world that allows a soft light in to illuminate art but no view out to distract the viewer of the art. I found it more beautiful than the art work with its subtle range of colours, softness and hint of buildings outside.
Tanya
ˈfōtō ˈfôrtˌnīt frīdē
In this category I will post a new photo fortnightly on a Friday.
By new I mean one that you haven’t seen before, whether it is sourced from my archives or whether I literally just took it.
To start photo fortnight Friday /ˈfōtō ˈfôrtˌnīt frīdē/ here is a recent photograph of the 42nd Street shuttle sporting an unusual (but real, not photoshopped) color palette!
