Frozen
Very cold evening in New York tonight. In Times Square the steam from the constant construction was blowing sideways, and tourists were running awkwardly down the boulevards to get out of the icy blasts.
Two lasting images from today:
the Yale Center for British Art, not visited exactly, but thought of (prompted by an excellent lecture on Louis Kahn) — it would be nice to visit:
and Bill Nighy, now performing in The Vertical Hour, a play that seems to be a vehicle for him — he's all angles, as if he were being played by some cosmic puppeteer.