American Museum of Natural History

Poor Hubbie didn’t see much of NYC. He spent the most of our 6 days in the city holing up in our hotel room, hunching over his MacBook and cursing a slow internet connection. ‘Sorry for not being a very good company for you’, he lamented apologetically. I reassured him that he shouldn’t be concerned about me because I was going to visit American Museum of Natural History after our room service breakfast.

Down a very very slow escalator at Rockefeller Center…

Our time in the Big Apple coincided with a festive period leading up to the Fourth of July weekend. Everywhere in Manhattan was busy with teeming holidaymakers and the museum was no exception. After walking through a security check, I joined another queue for ticketing machines.

Probably the most famous exhibit of the museum, a giant Blue whale…

A fibreglass model of the 94-foot-long female blue whale was suspended from the ceiling of the Hall of Ocean Life. The size of it was awe inspiring.

The way the specimens were exhibited at the museum was somewhat old-fashioned but also magical…

The specimens were skilfully placed in front of amazingly effective trompe l’oeils behind the glazing. They were so lifelike and spine tingling…

The best exhibits for me were these…

So melancholic and poetic. Their life was captured in an old-fashioned wooden cabinet like a message in a bottle.

Life comes in all sizes, colours and shapes…

The museum reminded me that the planet was still full of wonderful creatures and objects. However, we are doing far far little to protect this jewel called Earth, I thought.

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Big Apple

After Mr.B passed away, Hubbie and I struggled to live with a huge hole in our hearts. Everywhere we looked was just a shadow of the life before Mr.B’s departure. We often found ourselves almost drowning under the sea of our tear and the only way to keep our heads above the water was to cling to each other like a life raft. 

Then, Hubbie had to visit New York late June for a quick project which he couldn’t say no and he was very concerned about me being left on my own in London. ‘Come with me. A change of scenery will do good for both of us’. 

So here I was, in the middle of Midtown, NYC…

Cacophony of honking horns! An inimitable noise of the streets of New York. Initially, I was a little taken aback by the way it was administered liberally by the drivers. A little too blatant and provocative, I thought. Then, I got used to it very quickly and started to jaywalk between the traffic like the rest of New Yorkers…

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