Tuesday, August 22, 2017

A slice of the Eclipse to remind us

Watching the solar eclipse from the Great Lawn in Central Park. 2:30 PM. Photo: JH.
Tuesday, August 22, 2017. Hot, says the weatherman, and humid. You could feel it. However, I was at my desk all day finishing a Diary for the September Quest. The subject was a recollection of the Fashion world beginning in the early 1960s when this writer, then just 20, first came to New York to make a life. In this life it has been an experience watching it all. Including the weather. When I lived in Los Angeles, I loved the weather which was mainly sunny and comfortable.  In the autumn there were the Santa Anas, winds off the desert of the Southwest. In summer it got very hot (heat) in early August. You can feel like you’re in a movie there, good bad and indifferent. But ... the climate kisses you all the time. Here in New York, the climate dares and defies you. And just when you think you’ve had it, it’s nice. And you’re glad you’re in the Big Town, where the whole world is. Right now.
It is odd thinking about a time when the energy was different. Part of that was youth. Another part of it is the cell phone. Hello, anybody home? I now doubt it. So it was interesting to recall those earlier days when New York was a young man’s city. I have a feeling it still is but what do I know, not being a young man despite my illusions.

Yesterday in New York was all over America. The Solar Eclipse.
I was here at my desk, as I said. JH, however, staunch nonetheless, was there, despite (the wish he cudda stayed home and go get something to eat). He took some photos as you will see and he had a few comments about it all as seen from the Great Lawn in Central Park.

I give you JH:

Thousands of people congregated in Central Park’s Great Lawn. They brought picnic blankets and special viewing glasses, or homemade pinhole projectors made of cereal boxes or Amazon boxes.

It was an opportunity for people to disconnect for a couple of hours and take in something greater than themselves.
While New York was not in this “path of totality,” New Yorkers were able to see the Moon cover more than 70% of the Sun.

2:44 p.m. – Peak of totality (over 70% coverage)
Time was not told by what one’s iPhone stated but instead dictated by this rare celestial event. There’s something  in that message. An intimate moment amongst us humans. Nostalgia.

The actual eclipse was overshadowed by the jovial mood and generosity of spirit. Those that didn’t have special viewing glasses were offered some by strangers so that they could share in the moment.
Parents were being parents, children were being children, and friends were being friends.

The show was over at 4 PM when everyone reluctantly returned to reality.


Thank you, I say for all of us.
 

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