Food From a Hungry Ghost

Photos from last week’s trip to Poughkeepsie, Long Island, and Manhattan.

Poughkeepsie reminded me of Staunton or Charlottesville. The Hudson Valley is a beautiful, lush place with wonderful food. The double chocolate croissant at Anna et Pierre was poetry. The Quattro Falso at Rossi and Sons was too good to stop eating, and their cannoli has the rare distinction of being worth the money (cannolis almost never are; they’re better if you make them at home).

This was my first time back to Manhattan and the surrounding area in 16 years. My partner’s and my first time in Long Island and Queens, as well as our first ever visit MoMA and the Museum of the Moving Image. Klimt was a surprise find, compared to the expectation shattering experience of Van Gogh’s Starry Night. Van Gogh’s work was a sea of greens and yellows that never registered in the reproductions (photos) I’ve seen, and the fluidity of his brush strokes is even more pronounced where you can see the paint rising off of the canvas. The dimensions, horizons, and subjects of Klimt’s work (there was also a landscape) ensnare me.