Cape May, New Jersey which is at the southern-most end of the New Jersey shore is a beautiful city that was shrouded in snow and clouds and cold this time of year. It sports many beautiful old Victorians (houses that is). There's something forlorn about a seaside resort shuttered for winter. I was attending a weekend poetry retreat/workshop which provided "prompts" for writing new poems and for working outside my usual poet's box. It was good too see old friends, Susan and Alyssa with whom I had worked with in Provincetown at the Fine Arts Work Center a couple of summers ago.
Here's a photograph of the late afternoon sky from the balcony of the hotel. the blues were particularly textured, almost creamy.
NEW YORK was the first stop on the trip for culture and entertainment. Ah my home city, drawing me back again. Coming full circle, returnings and yearnings. It is difficult to stay away though the cold makes me appreciate living in CA. It was a pleasure to hear the New York Philharmonic with Dudamel conducting a rousing Mahler's Fifth, the New York City Opera performing Barber's Antony and Cleopatra and the MET performing Gluck's Orpheo with choreography by Mark Morris. As an added benefit, the city provided, snow--how lovely, at least for a few hours.
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