Gold and Glittery


Last weekend until Christmas. In a way, I’m really glad I’m not working in retail again this year. It really puts a damper on the whole holiday spirit thing.


Dipped in Gold


Remember how I said I was worried about the trees not changing colors this year? Yeah, well, I got my colorful trees… and the cold weather needed for it… ((never happy, am I?))

Waking home, I came across this tree. It’s the only golden one in my area so far. There’s one or two red ones and still quite a few green ones, so this guy stood out.


Quite lovely, isn’t it? The sun filtered though the leaves in just the right way. It reminded me of glitter. So pretty! I really do love this color.

Soon enough, the rest of the trees will be like this one. I hope.



Leaves of Change


So, the trees have finally started to change, here in New York. For the longest time, I wasn’t sure if we were going to have a colorful fall this year. It seemed that the leaves would simply turn brow and then fall, without changing at all. Until a few days ago, the only colored leaves I could find were ones which had already fallen due to weather conditions. I was beginning to get disappointed.

Grand Central (Guransen)

It’s been a while since I last went down to the city.

Usually, I try to take the subway (as it’s a lot cheaper) but from time to time I do use Metro North too. 

Once, I decided to look around Grand Central Terminal and found an old mural painted on a piece of ceiling by one of the  track entrances.

While I admit that I’m no expert but bylooking at it, I would guess it was done in either the 20s or early 30s. Maybe even earlier.

It shows men working on the train tracks during the hey-day of the train industry. That was during the turn of the century I think. It’s incredibly faded and caked with cigarette residue (the yellowing) but still very nice to look at.

Unfortunately there doesn’t seem to be any others. For some reason, I have the sinking feeling that they covered over with many layers of paint and that thought makes me kind of sad…

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So comes the fall weather…

Today was the first day my area fell into the below 65 degree mark since spring. When I got out of work around 6 (stayed late  to help out) it was raining lightly and windy. It wouldn’t have been so bad if there was no wind, but considering that White Plains is known as a city of wind tunnels… well, it didn’t help that I wasn’t dressed for the 50s.

I can only hope that I don’t fall sick because of it.