|A stoplight surrounded by autumn trees.|
So I gave up and decided to draw a stoplight and paint some trees winding down their autumnal transition.
|Some little church at a corner.|
Our next stop was supposed to be the Apthorp, which turned out to be a boxy-looking thing manned by Sir Surly Guard, who roundly repelled us from even considering visiting the courtyard (the most interesting thing about the building, at least from the exterior. Also possible that I am a mildly bitter person.).
Not posh enough, I suppose, for such a travertine tessaract, we heigh-ho'd to another spot a block or two beyond. And lo! we found a wee little corner church that presented itself best from the central street divide lining the upper west side length of Broadway (also conveniently furnished with benches).
|Sharing sketches at lunch.|
|The Fourth Universalist Society.|
|A parked motorcycle. It was black and shiny.|
|From left: Svetlana, Mark, and Patricia.|