autumn in brooklyn with mr. auden.

darlings

we’ve had a Lovely few hours in Brooklyn and now we pack our simply silver surprisingly lightweight samsonite suitcase (with wheels) and wait for the Town car to take us to the Airport and back to the Other Coast once more.

but first – some pictures – because it was a truly glorious day over here in brooklyn.

this was the View from the most magnificent apartment where we stayed last night (sparky’s human guardians are Very Chic and they have an enormous amount of shoes – not shown – but we opened the hall closet and stood back in some amazement and Awe).

we admired this View as we stood with the dark embrace of caffeine and the terrible effects of a red eye flight – and another to come, working non-stop and the ever-present jet lag…..but still – if One Has to work in such a way – what a View to celebrate one’s achievements, non?

sparky was wearing cerulean blue for Wednesday. 

which matched the sky seen over the water towards downtown manhattan and all those banking executives preparing for a short lunch of a sandwich at their desk (because times have changed). 

Autumn is really here on this Coast.

love lane *shivers* with delight (we mis-read it wrongly at first too)

very elegant stonework abounds over in Brooklyn with plenty of shady corners and dark undergrowth and towering trees (no skyscrapers here darlings). 

oh! how lovely. a Pete Seeger fan, clearly. *winningsmiletocamera*

Pumpkins everywhere! but looking especially autumn-y on stoops. 

a lyrical bloom stretching to the sunlight (still a little chilly, could have done with a scarf around its swan-like neck). 

berries! how christmassy and gorgeous. 

what’s this?

oh my!

*reelsbackindelight*

Mr. AUDEN’S HOUSE!

we had No Idea it was Here!did he like the angels or growl at them as he entered the portal of number one montague street?

for this is where he was inspired to write New Year’s Letter (known as The Double Man as well, apparently).

we adore Auden.

and Brooklyn.

most especially poetry inspired in brooklyn.

“Love each other or perish”  – Auden.

*sighs*

“Let me see what I wrote so I know what I think” – Auden

“The center that I cannot find is known to my unconscious mind.” – Auden

“All the rest is silence
On the other side of the wall,
And the silence ripeness,
And the ripeness all.” – Auden

it appears that Brooklyn has attracted many writers – many of whom have left us their words and passed on to the great library (we imagine it is thus) somewhere beyond the stars that twinkle before the dawn – and of course Mr. Auster – but the Writer we really Wanted to see was unable to do so on This Trip but we hope to catch up with him next time and tell you all about it…..

Travel broadens the mind (but it need not widen the girth if one eats simply).