Derby in the Burbs

Race Between Jammers, Providence/Steel City

Even without being in school anymore, it seems as if September is still the time of learning for me. Last week I was lucky enough to visit the Met for the first time as part of Caitlin Thomson's project, A Month at the Met. Yesterday I met up with another great SLC writer, Melissa Faliveno, to check out some roller derby. Suburbia Roller Derby of Westchester was hosting the East Regional Tournament, bringing together 12 teams from Montreal to Carolina, with the top three heading to Chicago for Nationals.

NEVER MY MADAME

 

Photo courtesy: metmuseum.org (all others by S. Pause)

First she was just a figure moving toward me in the distance, among a great many others doing the same thing. A second later she was a girl. Then she became a pretty girl, exquisitely dressed. Next a responsive girl, whose eyes said “Are you lonely?,” whose shade of a smile said, “Then speak.” And by that time we had reached and were almost passing one another…

      -- Cornell Woolrich, Manhattan Love Song

 

First trip to the Met, Part II

This is the second set of photos that I took on Sunday. Later tonight I'll have an essay that I wrote about a very special painting. Be sure to check back! And don't forget to check out Caitlin's blog:

A Month at the Met

First trip to the Met, Part I

My friend and fellow SLC writer Caitlin Thomson is doing a project called "A Month at the Met." She is visiting and writing at the New York Metropolitan Museum of Art every day in September. Today she was kind enough to let me join her. I'd never been before, and I couldn't think of a better guide. I'm writing a piece for her blog, which I'll also post here (probably tomorrow), but for now I wanted to start showing off the photos I took. I will also post a second blog with more photos tomorrow. Security confiscated my tripod, but I still managed to get some decent shots of works inside. Be sure to check out Caitlin's blog: 

A Month at the Met

The Coolidge Boys, Plymouth Notch, Vermont

We do not know what might have happened to him under other circumstances, but if I had not been President he would not have raised a blister on his toe, which resulted in blood poisoning, playing lawn tennis in the South Grounds.

In his suffering he was asking me to make him well. I could not. When he went the power of the Presidency went with him.

The ways of Providence are often beyond understanding. It seemed to me that the world had need of the work that it was probable he could do.

I do not know why such a price was exacted for occupying the White House. 

-- The Autobiography of Calvin Coolidge

Green-Wood Cemetery: September 11, 2010

Brooklyn's Green-Wood Cemetery, Section 34. There are at least 21 victims there. The first photo was one of the most difficult I have ever taken.