I had an Afternoon Delight today. No, it didn't have anything to do with that. This is a blog for PG audiences!
All right, that all depends on how you define PG. Anyway, my afternoon delight was a short but sweet (ah, the cliches!) ride via a circuitous route to Flushing Medow Park.
Tosca seemed content to ride and fade into the background. She had the chance:
I mean, if she wanted to camoflauge herself, could she have picked a better spot?
Actually, I think she looked quite lovely there. The folks in the New York City Parks Department do a nice job.
Even if the arrangement had consisted entirely of lilies, Tosca would have been hiding in plain sight of this icon:
The Rocket Thrower clearly has his sights elsewhere. Good thing: He probably wouldn't want to see some of the things that go on right at his feet.
For that matter, he probably wouldn't want to hear, either. When he was unveiled, for the opening of the 1964-65 World's Fair (held in Flushing Meadow Park), some people said absolutely terrible things about him. One of the most merciless was the New York Times art critic (who else?) John Canady described The Rocket Thrower as "the most lamentable monster, making Walt Disney look like Leonardo da Vinci".
Robert Moses, the "master builder" behind the Worlds' Fair, famously sneered, "Critics build nothing". So, perhaps, it isn't a surprise that he tried to console Donald De Lue, the sculptor of The Rocket Thrower. "This is the greatest compliment you could have," Moses said. "[Canady] hates everything that is good."
Hmm...I'll admit, it certainly doesn't compare to Da Vinci or Michelangelo or Rodin. Or even Brancusi. But it fits into something like a Worlds' Fair, especially one in the age of space exploration. And, on his lofty perch, nobody can take "selfies" with him!
All right, that all depends on how you define PG. Anyway, my afternoon delight was a short but sweet (ah, the cliches!) ride via a circuitous route to Flushing Medow Park.
Tosca seemed content to ride and fade into the background. She had the chance:
I mean, if she wanted to camoflauge herself, could she have picked a better spot?
Actually, I think she looked quite lovely there. The folks in the New York City Parks Department do a nice job.
Even if the arrangement had consisted entirely of lilies, Tosca would have been hiding in plain sight of this icon:
The Rocket Thrower clearly has his sights elsewhere. Good thing: He probably wouldn't want to see some of the things that go on right at his feet.
For that matter, he probably wouldn't want to hear, either. When he was unveiled, for the opening of the 1964-65 World's Fair (held in Flushing Meadow Park), some people said absolutely terrible things about him. One of the most merciless was the New York Times art critic (who else?) John Canady described The Rocket Thrower as "the most lamentable monster, making Walt Disney look like Leonardo da Vinci".
Robert Moses, the "master builder" behind the Worlds' Fair, famously sneered, "Critics build nothing". So, perhaps, it isn't a surprise that he tried to console Donald De Lue, the sculptor of The Rocket Thrower. "This is the greatest compliment you could have," Moses said. "[Canady] hates everything that is good."
Hmm...I'll admit, it certainly doesn't compare to Da Vinci or Michelangelo or Rodin. Or even Brancusi. But it fits into something like a Worlds' Fair, especially one in the age of space exploration. And, on his lofty perch, nobody can take "selfies" with him!
