Every weekend I try to have some sort of plan in mind in order to experience something new. I say some 'sort of plan' because nothing goes as planned here.
As you probably know, I've been trying to finish up my 100 Days of NYC Colors project that has been going on for quite some time. I do some crazy weird things in order to get something that feels satisfying. I was down by that path when I saw loads of people on top of a rock. So I went and found the path and climbed it with my platform heels and SLR camera dangling on my neck. Very smart. And this was the view from that rock. Very cliche touristy pic as you can see. Don't follow the crowds.
But on my way down, fighting really hard not to twist my ankle, I get a glimpse of this rock texture I was holding on to dear life. So glittery and glamorous these billion year old bedrocks are.
Central Park wasn't really in the plan for this weekend. It was actually visiting The Met Breuer. Hence why I was struggling with my heels and spontaneous rock climbing. But since the subway has many crazy changes during the weekend, it's unpredictable where you'd end up. So to my benefit, I had the option to walk through Central Park to reach the museum.
What's a post without some food? I was starving by the time I walked a mile to get here. I grabbed a sandwich and this lil guy, a savory scone. Sorry too hungry had to take some bites before the pic.
Kerry James Marshall's work stood out to me the most. The way he makes his figures so dark that you only see their eyes is incredible. So many stories and feelings behind each piece. I found it interesting that the majority of people viewing the pieces were caucasian. Makes you think a little bit more than what you see in the frame.