Nicole Kirstie Smith

Photography, Art & the things that inspire me

artsfortransit:

Artist Christopher Russell’s work, Bees for Sunset Park, at the 9th Avenue station on the D Line in Brooklyn is now open! Centered on the image of the bee, Russell imagined the station as a kind of beehive, a center of activity, with many individuals converging, darting in and out, to and from their many pursuits. Incorporating this imagery, Russell designed two sets of gates and finials for the fences that surround the open spaces at each side of the station. The cast bronze gates are based on honeycombs, greatly magnified, which are populated by equally magnified bees depicted in their crowds, busily occupied.

Images: Christopher Russell, Bees for Sunset Park, 2012.

I just noticed this the other day - great to find out about the artist who designed it!

(via nycgov)

Playing around with #Oggl at Central Park & Columbus Circle

threesixtytravel:

Islington, London

I miss London and living in Islington

threesixtytravel:

Islington, London

I miss London and living in Islington

You won’t keep control of your time, unless you can say ‘no.’ You can’t let other people set your agenda in life.

Warren Buffett at a conference earlier this week. (via parislemon)

texifornianperspective:

Frank Lloyd Wright’s Ennis House

texifornianperspective:

Frank Lloyd Wright’s Ennis House

mygingerbreadhouse:

The Storer House (1923) by Frank Lloyd Wright in the Hollywood Hills. From the book Freestyle: The New Architecture and Interior Design from Los Angeles by Tim Street-Porter.

On my LA to-do list

mygingerbreadhouse:

The Storer House (1923) by Frank Lloyd Wright in the Hollywood Hills. From the book Freestyle: The New Architecture and Interior Design from Los Angeles by Tim Street-Porter.

On my LA to-do list

The gorgeous Phalaenopsis Mum bought me at The #OrchidShow @nybg.

The gorgeous Phalaenopsis Mum bought me at The #OrchidShow @nybg.

Spring has arrived in Central Park

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

John McCrae

Glorious spring day at The Brooklyn Botanic Garden: cherries, magnolias and tulips