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New York City - Rain - By Vivienne Gucwa There is an inherent romance that buzzes through the air in New York City when it rains. The Flatiron District is one of my favorite areas in Manhattan when it rains. The street (5th Avenue) opens up to reveal distant skyscrapers that disappear into heavy fog as people weave their way through the multitudes of umbrellas. The clock in this image is the Fifth Avenue Building Clock which is a New York City landmark and recalls another era: one where these ornamental clocks played a role in attracting people to gilded era storefronts. This vantage point is with the Flatiron Building directly in back of the viewer looking up 5th Avenue. ---
Abstract from Antelope Canyon Sometimes, it is difficult to make sense of life !
Flatiron Building and 5th Avenue Building Clock - New York City - By Vivienne Gucwa I have always loved the ornate clocks that line 5th Avenue, especially the Fifth Avenue Building Block that has a prime destination near the Flatiron Building. At 19 feet high, the cast-iron clock was installed in 1909 was made by a Brooklyn Iron Works company. It's a type of clock that was introduced in the 1860s. They were popular with business owners who wanted to attract extra attention and also served a functional purpose as time-telling pieces in a busy area of Manhattan. The juxtaposition between the Flatiron Building, one of New York City's iconic skyscrapers and this cast-iron clock has always put a smile on my face. The Flatiron Building, which was completed in 1902 is also a landmark in Manhattan. Its name is in reference to its resemblance to a cast-iron clothes iron. ---
New York Alley - Lower East Side - By Vivienne Gucwa When I was younger, I thought that New York City was teeming with alleys and narrow streets fueled by an over-active imagination and a predilection for film noir cityscapes. I wanted to believe that New York City harbored the best and brightest of in-between places and worn out spaces. The truth is that while New York City does have alleys, they are a pretty rare sight. Perhaps that is why I am so drawn to the ones that do exist. ---
Winter's Bare Branches - Holding On - By Vivienne Gucwa Stuck somewhere between the heart and lips pushed down by the echoes of memory echoes loss: the mirror reflection of connection. We spend our lives shedding pieces of ourselves: molted hopes and dreams that slough off into the thoughts of everyone we meet like stardust falling to the Earth from distant stars. These are the pieces we hold on to: the pieces that are part of us that can never be put back into the same place again after they dissolve into nothing. === On a bleak winter day, clusters of branches reach out towards each other against the backdrop of a bone-grey sky. Taken at Socrates Sculpture Park in Long Island City - Queens, New York City. ---
New York - Snow in the City - By Vivienne Gucwa People cross a historic street located on the Lower East Side in New York City in the snow. When it snows in New York City, the city resembles a beautiful snow globe especially in this part of Lower Manhattan where old store murals and low buildings dominate the urban landscape. ---
Municipal Building - New York City - Towards the Light - By Vivienne Gucwa We move slowly towards the light over the cobblestones that the weary feet of all those who have passed over these same paths have passed before us. And through the archways and doors that sit in our immediate view, the city opens up like so many opportunities that sit every so slightly out of our reach.
Williamsburg Bridge - New York City - By Vivienne Gucwa Looking down the pedestrian walkway of the Williamsburg Bridge located in New York City. The Williamsburg Bridge connects lower Manhattan with Williamsburg Brooklyn and carries automobile and subway traffic in addition to foot traffic.The main span of this suspension bridge is 1,600 feet (490 m) long. ---
The Flatiron Building - New York City - By Vivienne Gucwa Out of the shadows, the city rises proudly into the sunlight that casts its glow on the structures borne out of the aspirations and hopes of urban dreamers. --- The Flatiron Building (or Fuller Building, as it was originally called) is located on Fifth Avenue in New York City. When its building was completed in 1902, it was one of the tallest buildings in the city. The name "Flatiron" is derived from its resemblance to a cast-iron clothes iron. ---

Winter's Bare Branches - Holding On

- By Vivienne Gucwa

Stuck somewhere between the heart and lips pushed down by the echoes of memory echoes loss: the mirror reflection of connection.

We spend our lives shedding pieces of ourselves: molted hopes and dreams that slough off into the thoughts of everyone we meet like stardust falling to the Earth from distant stars.

These are the pieces we hold on to: the pieces that are part of us that can never be put back into the same place again after they dissolve into nothing.

===

On a bleak winter day, clusters of branches reach out towards each other against the backdrop of a bone-grey sky.

Taken at Socrates Sculpture Park in Long Island City - Queens, New York City.

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Winter's Bare Branches - Holding On - By Vivienne Gucwa Stuck somewhere between the heart and lips pushed down by the echoes of memory echoes loss: the mirror reflection of connection. We spend our lives shedding pieces of ourselves: molted hopes and dreams that slough off into the thoughts of everyone we meet like stardust falling to the Earth from distant stars. These are the pieces we hold on to: the pieces that are part of us that can never be put back into the same place again after they dissolve into nothing. === On a bleak winter day, clusters of branches reach out towards each other against the backdrop of a bone-grey sky. Taken at Socrates Sculpture Park in Long Island City - Queens, New York City. ---

Winter's Bare Branches - Holding On

- By Vivienne Gucwa

Stuck somewhere between the heart and lips pushed down by the echoes of memory echoes loss: the mirror reflection of connection.

We spend our lives shedding pieces of ourselves: molted hopes and dreams that slough off into the thoughts of everyone we meet like stardust falling to the Earth from distant stars.

These are the pieces we hold on to: the pieces that are part of us that can never be put back into the same place again after they dissolve into nothing.

===

On a bleak winter day, clusters of branches reach out towards each other against the backdrop of a bone-grey sky.

Taken at Socrates Sculpture Park in Long Island City - Queens, New York City.

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