66 Square Feet: Flowers behind bars

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Flowers behind bars

Parking lot on 2nd Street, between 1st Ave and Avenue A.

Wildflower mix, tossed about, methinks.

Zinnias, cornflowers and one sunflower, so far.

Funny how the city changes one's aesthetic.

4 comments:

Ikaika said...: Wildflowers behind bars -- now there's an oxymoron ...

;) Keli'i; July 15, 2009 5:33 PM
Blog Princess G said...: So lovely! Could it be some guerilla gardening?; July 15, 2009 7:16 PM
Colleen Wms said...: I do wonder how many people actually even take notice of spots like this that you find, sometimes create and ultimately photograph.

I know I would certainly notice now. However, in my late teens and 20's running around NYC, there could have been orchids growing all around and I probably wouldn't have noticed.

Simple wildflowers blooming so beautifully in a city seems to meld the contrasts of the country and city, if for just a moment.; July 15, 2009 9:12 PM
The Electric Orchid Hunter said...: I would notice.

I would especially notice if they were orchids! ;); July 15, 2009 10:23 PM

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What is 66 Square Feet About?

It's about gardening in tight spaces. It's about how to live with a man and a cat in a tiny apartment with a tiny terrace. It's about photos, and friends, and inspiration and blackspot on the roses. It's about food and cooking over an open flame. It's about wine. And water. And watering...And picnics. It's about seasons without and within. It's about New York, and about South Africa. It's about where I go, and what I come back to: a terrace twelve-and-three-quarters by five-and-a-quarter feet wide.

Afterwards in the street, she looks around the neighborhood. "Yes, it is certified now."

She refers to a phenomenon of moviegoing which I have called certification. Nowadays when a person lives somewhere, in a neighborhood, the place is not certified for him. More than likely he will live there sadly and the emptiness which is inside him will expand until it evacuates the entire neighborhood. But if he sees a movie which shows his very neighborhood, it becomes possible for him to live, for a time at least, as a person who is Somewhere and not Anywhere."

The Moviegoer, Walker Percy

"Die kierie kom uit Indonisie, gesny van 'n tak wat van jongs af omslinger was deur a wildevy se rank. Hulle het saam grootgeword, en die rank het sy spoor op die tak gelos. Daarom is die slinger ook oneweredig, en hier,"se hy, "by die punt van die kierie moes daar iets gebeur het - die slinger en die tak het inmekaar gevleg en 'n knoop gemaak. Die natuur het die kierie so gemaak."

"n Kieriemaker sou dit eweredig gedoen het," se ek.

"My kind," se meneer Boje, "vermy die reguit lyn."

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