No not pigeons. Actually haven’t seen lots of those. Geese galore. Ducks abundant. At the Lake in Central Park. But. Every morning and evening bird songs resound. Cardinals. Robins. Sparrows. In real trees right outside our windows. Believe it or not. More warbling music here than in the country. Can’t hear songbirds out in the ‘burbs when the lawn mowers, leaf blowers blare daily at dusk. A surprise city pleasure.
The Last Painting of Sara de Vos, by Dominic Smith. A beautifully written history which brings the reader into the art guilds of the Netherlands in the 1600’s. New York’s gritty Brooklyn, isolated rich on the Upper East Side in the later 1950’s. Australia in 2000. The stories are built in layers as is the painting depicted. Sara De Vos’ last oeuvre brings a poignantly perfect masterpiece of an ending to all of the disparate lives affected by her work. Prose is gorgeous. Characters provocative and real. Learned a lot about oil on canvas. One of the best reads this year.