This year, Earth Day (celebrated globally) is all about increasing awareness of climate change and its disastrous effects on our planet. Find out more about what you can do personally to help Save the Earth at This Link.
The Orchid Show is going on now at the New York Botanical Garden and I made the trek from the East Village all the way to the Bronx today with my friend Diane (aka Diaaahhhhne) to check out the flowers and enjoy a day outside in the 50 degree sunshine. Because winter is almost over!
There was a little bit of snow still on the grounds from last week’s storm. It was pretty!
Even though it is still a bit chilly out, you’ll be nice and warm inside the glass domes of the Enid A. Haupt Conservatory, which has been climate controlled to mimic rain forests and other climates in which the orchids live.
If you looked through a slide show of the 80 some odd photos I took on my visit, you’d probably conclude that I took 80 photos of purple flowers but, as you’ll see, orchids come in innumerable subtle variations of shades of purple and violet, as well as many other different colors.
The show is set up in several rooms throughout the conservatory. In one room a soothing, ambient soundtrack played that reminded me very much of Brian Eno’s Music for Airports. Diane said that the music made her feel like she was getting a massage.
Find out more about The Orchid Show — which runs to April 22nd, 2013 — and related events at NYBG at This Link! Don’t miss it!
Peter Frampton was born on this date, April 22nd in 1950. One of the most exhilaratingly memorable concerts I attended as a rebel youth was the 1976 co-headlining mega-tour featuring British Prog Rock legends Yes and Superstar Guitarist (and Sex Symbol), Peter Frampton. Frampton’s then-recently released double live album, Frampton Comes Alive! (you’ve probably heard of it) was number one on the charts, which helped to sell out the venue – Southern California’s Anaheim Stadium – to a capacity crowd of around 56,000. I was fifteen years old that summer and I had the time of my life. Thanks for the memories, Peter.