It’s rare that I get to take so many pictures chronicling what is an every day trip for me from my home to my place of work. When I posted them on my Instagram account, I was struck by the way the pictures seemed to be telling a story. While they are seen as individual photographs on my IG feed, seen together and in my own mind is a single narrative that begins with the first picture and ends just before I go up to my perch to start another day at work.
So come walk with me and see New York City through my eyes this snowy and cold Monday…
I start my day walking to my bus stop to take the ride that will bring me to Manhattan. I always make it a point to look up. I sometimes wonder why people keep looking down, but hardly, ever, look up.
There is a ton to be seen if we took the time to just take a moment to train our sights upward for a change.
I ended up taking an alternative route which will be my usual route in a few weeks’ time as we move eastward to our other building. I really don’t mind. The two stops are separated by avenues which take me all of 7 minutes to walk if I don’t stop anywhere. But whenever I can, I say hello to the boss upstairs. I walk into the Church of St. Agnes on 43rd to pray.
This church is very special to me because it has been a place of solitude for me during my weakest moments. I have shed tears here. I have given thanks. I have simply sat and be. I listened without saying a thing, not even in my heart. This is like home to me.
I have walked in and out of these doors many times before, but for the first time, I paid heed to the ornate grillwork that showed the world outside. Again, we don’t stop enough to admire the beauty around us.
From there I take the scenic route through Grand Central. Instead of entering through the main corridor, though, I always choose to walk through Grand Central Market for the visual and gastronomic treat.
I notice there are new stores now like the two stores you see on the left. (EAT gifts and that new SUSHI place.) I like walking down this way because I get to see my usual favorites and whenever I can, I grab lunch. This time it was a half pound of French Raclette from my favorite cheese place, Murray’s. I love the sights and smells of this place, from the smell of bread to chocolates to the pungent cheeses and fish at the end of the row.
It’s food and more food all around — plus a few extras like gifts and flowers. If you were to throw a last minute party for two or more, or even one you planned ahead — this is a one stop shop for anything and everything you might want to serve. (You’d just have to walk a few steps away for the vino, though.) I’m on an almond croissant quest and I had already sampled Eli Zabar’s a few weeks back, but wanted to grab a delectable shot to use when I do write my post on which one wins my heart and tummy.
I can stay here all day and watch the world go by. I have never seen this place not busy — less busy, yes, but always abuzz. And yet it isn’t a noisy or dizzying kind of busy that leaves you with that urge to walk away or leave this place. It’s that kind of busy hypnotizes you into just letting the world turn as you find yourself a quiet corner to watch spin around.
I don’t know when exactly they put up what is now known as The Great Northern Food Hall, but I’ve visited here a couple of times to grab a sweet treat or a pastry for breakfast. One of these days, or when we finally move perhaps, I might take a quick bite here and write more. This is the side that greets you when you emerge from the main hall of the terminal, and you will find clusters of their various outlets for you to choose from. (Each station has it’s own check out counter which precludes any guessing games like bigger food spaces.)
It occupies one half of the huge space that was all of Vanderbilt hall. With the Food hall there, the event space has been reduced to the other half which isn’t really a bad trade off considering what is now on the other side.
Making my way out to 42nd Street, I walk westward and find myself at one of my favorite spots in the city, Bryant Park, where the New York Public Library is situated.
In the spring and summer this place is awash with green, but even in the dreary months of winter, the tall trees stand majestic providing such a dramatic background as you walk its grounds.
Mornings are my favorite time of the day in the park because it’s practically empty. As the day wears on, the seats and tables all fill up with regulars from the offices around or the countless tourists both local and foreign who seek out the thrills of New York City.
The snow that was in the forecast started to fall.
I like snow best when it is falling, no matter that it is pouring in torrents or drifting down aimlessly as if the air was cushioning it from crashing down. I’ve seen these tables covered and buried in white.. then in grey. I wondered how much snow was coming.
I walked to my favorite bakery kiosk by the edge of the park closer to Avenue of the Americas, and taking shelter from the snow which had started falling heavier, I actually took a film clip panning the area (which, I am trying to upload but have not been successful doing.) It is uncanny how no matter how many times I take a photograph from any angle or any corner, it never quite comes out the same.
And so I crossed, looking uptown, snapping away as I walked.
Then I decided it was better doing this at a full stop, so I became one of those pedestrians who stands in the middle of the street, whips out a camera and shoots a pic.
From here I enter my building and go up to my perch, starting yet another work day. This is My New York.