The sculptor capture the anguish and despair of these subjects amazingly. The story this sculpture tells is horrible. It refers to a scene in Dante’s Inferno where a man condemned to die of starvation succumbs to his hunger and eats his children and grandchildren. You can read more about the statue, which is in New York’s amazing Metropolitan Museum of Art, here. The sculpture is called Ugolino and His Sons, by Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux in 1865.
Last September I spent a day in New York City with my parents. We had a wonderful time and I was able to capture some excellent pictures. In this series, I will share some of the pictures. They are all very different from each other, but only have in common is they were taken on the same day in NYC.
Times Square – fun, iconic, crowded, loud, rip off. It is a lot of things good and bad. I am fascinated by Times Square because of the transformation it has undergone over the past 30 years. I vividly remember my first time passing through times square, on a school trip. Times Square hadn’t been cleaned up and it was dirty, full of adult theaters, and sketchy characters on the streets. I remember thinking to myself, “where the heck are they taking us?”
I have curated seven photos for my next theme – Color.
This is the Canal St. subway stop. I was in New York City on business and met my parents. We had a very nice dinner and on the way back to the hotel the lighting, graffiti and subway stop caught my eye. I was lucky that a random person was going down the stairs when I snapped this.
I am publishing this at 8:46 am ET – exactly 14 years after the first plane hit the towers.
The weather on September 9 was exactly as on September 11 – a stunning fall day. After taking this picture, I got on the wrong PATH train and went to the top of the World Trade Center, a tourist site in NYC I had not yet seen. If you had told me that the buildings would not be there two days later I never would have believed you. I am so glad I had the opportunity to visit the towers while standing. The memories of that visit are burned into my head – positive memories opposed to the negative memories from two days later.