My husband and I spent NYC in Thanksgiving. I tried to read poetry to things but I was pretty distracted by food, art and bright shinny objects. I did manage to snap a few shots while I was up in Yonkers, NY, visiting my old abodes (one nice basement apartment in a the cul de sac of an Italian community and one slum apartment near the Hudson river).

IMG_8034Mary McCray reading poetry to a courtyard waterfall in NYC. The waterfall says "I can't hear you!" So annoying.  (2012, photo by John McCray)

 

 

IMG_8455Mary McCray reading poetry to the ruins of Greystone Mansion in Yonkers, New York. The stone mansion would rather fall into decay then hear poems by Mary McCray.  (2012, photo by John McCray)

 
  

IMG_8451Mary McCray reading poetry to the ruins of the old Aqueduct in Yonkers, New York. The tower is protected from good verse by a fortress of gang graffiti.  (2012, photo by John McCray)

 

 

IMG_8453Mary McCray reading poetry to the Fall leaves on the old Aqueduct trail in Yonkers, New York. The leaves would not lay silently even for a haiku.  (2012, photo by John McCray)

 

 

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