Ah, remember last summer when I was flooding the blog with photographs of flowers? Where is that summer now? Still, here in Brooklyn Heights and here in October, there are many flowers, some insisting on posing for a photograph:
I was on my way to that café on Henry Street, the one where we took all those portraits against the neutral-colored wall. Today, I sat there alone — alone with my Federal Courts book. I had a big latte and a tiny sandwich, and I chose an outdoor table, where I studied habeas corpus for the hundredth time and tried to collect my thoughts over the roar of the traffic on Atlantic Avenue.
But first, a tablescape:
I took many more photographs on my walk to and from the café. The first one started a theme of Brooklyn Heights-style Halloween decorations which I will manufacture into a separate post eventually. For now, here it is, the assemblage that inspired me:
Who needs orange when there is black and white?