Paris' Towering Inferno

Paris is the "City of Love."
Anyone who's strolled it momuents, parks, and beautiful landscaping can see why. I love it in the spring, summer, autumn, and winter. If I had my druthers I'd live there.

Thanks Annemarie for pix.

The Towering Inferno

Thanks Annemarie Nichter for the images.

My Cyclist, My Friend and Sweetheart As Well

Picture of the Dugadoo on his last cycling tour of the North Carolina wine country.

Odile

The Odile/Sigfried, pas de deux is one of the most vibrant and stirring acts (Act III) in the Petipa ballet repetoire. It creates a perfect foil for the delicacy and beauty of the white swan, Odette, and shows how one, so in love as Sigfried is with Odette, can still be fooled, by dazzle and glitter, But, as in all fairy tales, love wins in the end, even in death. Click on thumbnail and watch in amazment.

Yoga with Vigor

I started practicing Iyengar yoga four years ago. There have been several interruptions in my practice due to injury, surgery, and l old bones, but over the years I have found that yoga buoys me up. I feel great after practice and in touch with myself. I study at Yogani studios on Platt street, and for now I have been taking private lessons, because surgery on my left foot made it difficult to keep up with a regular class. Bobbie Kass, my yoga teacher, is excellent in devising accomodations for various asanas. I hope one day to keep up with a regular Iyengar class.

I would like to credit my first yoga teacher Michelle Hammond for providing me with a good base in Iyengar yoga. I would also like the thank Laraine O'Neill for her generous help, instruction and support. Last but not least I would like to express appreciation for the encouragement of Susan Oliver and Manuel Arocho to start something like this during my sixties.

Balletomane's Love - Giselle

I must say that there are many ballets I adore. When I watch a ballet, I'm transported to a world of ineffable beauty. If I were to choose I would have to say Giselle is my favorite ballet. The sheer grace, and line of this ballet sends chills down my spine, and transports me to a world that can only exist in dreams. Here are some photos of this work.

RUDI

My cat Rudi is 18 years old. This photo of him is from when he was four, but I like the picture. He has been a cat of great infirmity his whole life, but through careful caregiving and a lot of money, and much aggravation (what's a New York Jew without aggravation), we hve managed to get him through life. Rudi rules, and he lets us know that in many joyful and not so joyful ways. We love him to distraction.

Cognitive Dissonance

When I first arrived in Tampa, many people I met felt sorry for me because I grew up in New York, a big crowded city, despite all the museums, concert halls, ballet, and theatre, for me they shed a tear. I was happy to find this article in the New York Times. It expresses my sentiments exactly.

Abster

MY CITY

This is Broadway at night.