JazWorks

Jill Zaheer's JAZWORKS: A Tapestry of Mixed Media, Painting, Collaborations, Photography, and Poetry

Showing posts with label Central Park. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Central Park. Show all posts

Friday, July 11, 2014

Long Time No See!

It's Been a LonG  tIme since my last Post-
 Almost seems Surreal for so Much tiMe to have GonE by.
So Many Draft Posts  with each one Seemingly  taken a back burner
to the forefront of Life's current Activities.

 



















 Here is a photo I took of sunrise at Ponte Vedra Florida in June.



SO Very ExCited to Be pOsting very Soon AGAIN on an eXciting BLoGHOP I am PAarRTIcipating in WiTh the ever so talented Veronica Funk.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Great Ghost of Fire!

The Ghost Challenge!

The talented Norma from TheFairyYellowBugQueen is hosting a Ghost Challenge this week. To participate, you just need to post on October 27 or 28th with the topic of Ghost!! Seemed easy enough until I started to think about ghosts and what they mean to most of us. Where do they come from and how is it that most of us still get chills up our spine when we  think about them or hear stories on Halloween about their presence. The  history of ghosts within all cultures, religions and across the globe can be read about in wikipedia here. Take a look, 
be brave,  and hope you  follow me into one of my favorite haunts in New York City,
Central Park.

From the front,  you are bestowed with the towering  entrance gate to the Conservatory Gardens at 105th Street.


 From behind,  you can't miss the  forbearing presence of  Terence Cardinal Cooke's Nursing Home- formerly Flower Surgical Hospital built in 1938.


Rumor has it that the ever popular socialite, Sonia Greensmith, a wealthy debutante from London, (and one of the original families to settle on the Upper  East Side of  Manhattan ) died a tragic death there at the age of 28 from a fire that started in the operating room.  Ever since, historians say if you listen carefully, you can hear her wailing at all times of the day and night although her name has never been mentioned in reference to these ghostly sounds.

Ms. Greensmith can be seen below from an old photo taken in  her London estate.


 Now, as we slowly take a walk further into the park, we start to hear the sounds of the  birds chirping and the garden brush moving  from side to side as if people in a movie theatre are saying Shhhhhh from every direction.


Looking upward- you can see  birds taking off and landing, weaving themselves throughout  the intermingled tree branches.  You can't help but hear the movement of the air- with burnt amber colored   leaves dropping  against the autumn palette of the  ground below. You can smell their crispness  with that ever so subtle decaying aroma that makes you want to inhale as deeply as you can.


 Yes, Autumn is truly in its  bash of color with flowers blooming in a celebratory renaissance everywhere you looked.








Lush and lavish, as if having a last frolic of the season!




And then silence.


A eerie quiet blanketed the gardens- the birds are still, the branches stop moving, the brush was no longer swaying...
It was like a moment frozen in time.

 There was a brutal  wave of cold air that descended from out of nowhere, as if painted across the landscape with one huge brush stroke.


A bright light  seemed to magically unfold-   translucent in nature- exactly as the stories of long ago   described....  and  then, there before my eyes appeared
The Ghost of CEnTraL  PaRK..



I was in a scared state of  awe.  Yet as  frightened  as I was,  I  crept  closer and closer to get a better look. I gained about 10 yards,  until I felt something stopping my legs from moving.  A barrier of some kind was in front of me, my mouth turned parched, painfully dry within a second, and my hands became frozen despite the fact that we were  in the midst of the warm autumn's early evening air.  A strange dizzying feeling crept  over me -   I was  now in an utter state of panic.



Then suddenly,
The sky darkened...


 Fear targeted my body as if it were injected directly into my veins,  my heart started thumping,  pounding wildly.  I turned around and started running as far and as fast as I could.  Exhausted, I started gasping for air,  as if in some sort of a  daze.  I looked up and realized that I had actually slipped and fell.  Laying on the cold wet ground apparently for quite some time  and unbeknownst to me,


  I had a Halloween nightmare -in January, on the coldest snowiest day of the year!


 Now I hope you enjoyed this short "tall tale"  - with  it  being as much a treat  for you to read as it was for me to create and write!***

***All characters, people and places are fictitious with the exception of the Conservatory in Central Park  and Terence Cardinal Cooke Nursing home.

HAppY   HALLoweEN!




















Friday, August 10, 2012

Nature's Perfection!

Poetry in photo images taken with my iphone in Central Park, New York.
















Sometimes, nature is quiet, it speaks to us in whispers- in its own special language,
In Poetry.  
  Shear Bliss...Shear perfection.
Flawlessly exquisite.


Saturday, January 22, 2011

Life's Sweet Signs and Our Own Street Signs!

Still, quiet- in my own melodic way,
Intermittent moments of silence,
A white out of sorts,
And then...
A new wind
Shifting tides
Minuscule grains of life
Coming back!
Shielding me with a seemingly quiet presence,
Mirrored with a gentle reflection
Slowly permeating my being
As if the dark murky waters are beginning to clear
Layers of my life
Continually tested by gusts of wind-
And I think...what are our life's umbrellas?
What do we use to protect ourselves from its elements....
Whether the weather..
Or people and their expectations of us...
Or perhaps their lack of expectations of us....
Or our expectations of ourselves...
What street signs do we wear?
Could it be -stop- don't go any further...
Or do we give the impression that we need to control what happens around us
Do we make people show themselves before we'll open up to them?
Are we approachable as people in the roles we fulfill in our lives?
Are we approachable as artists?
Do we feel we need to give explanations of what we are saying?
Do we give out confusing messages?
I love to find color in the faded, beauty in what
to some is trash, and see art in what others may not see at all.
Enjoy all of the subtle sights and colors around you!!
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