Color in the Slope

Some images from around Park Slope as we drift through a few unusually warm days...

A Brooklyn Weekend

We spent Saturday in Red Hook, where I finally got to try the goodies at Baked. They are known for their Red Velvet Cupcakes, so of course we had to try one. The buttercream frosting was delicious, but we were both bigger fans of the Coffee Crisp Bar. Yum. I got my sugar fix, and W got to relax with a cup of coffee and an architecture magazine.

Sunday morning we met friends in Fort Greene to cheer on the runners in the NYC Marathon. When I think of the marathon I picture the elite runners at the front of the pack, but we had a great time cheering on all the everyday folks in the race. There was a large international contingent, and quite a few costumes.  Most of all we clapped our hands raw and yelled out encouragement to whatever names were crawled across the nearest t-shirts. We followed up the marathon with brunch at Beast. The food is tasty, the wait is short, and there is always an old black and white movie playing above the bar.

Fall is quickly slipping into winter. My thoughts are turning to the holidays, to cold hands on hot mugs of tea, to hot baths that smell like lavender, to wool socks, and to cozy evenings at home.

Bits of Fall

It rained on Saturday, making it a perfect day to curl up for an afternoon nap. Sunday brought clear skies, sunshine, and just enough wind to turn the tip of your nose cold if you stayed out too long. The soft summer light is gone, replaced by winter's harsher angles. Everything seems a little dramatic, filled with deep shadows and brilliant highlights. It's past the peak of leaf season, but many leaves still hang on, dotting the hills with amber and yellow.