As part of our commitment to enjoy the city we live in while broke, my sister suggested we visit the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens on their free day. Most museums and important spaces have some sort of ‘free day’, or at least reduced admission, where those who can’t foot the normal ticket can still enjoy the sites. The Met in particular, with their ‘suggested donation’ is a good spot to visit, if you can get over the attendants’ dirty looks when you suggest they get more wealthy patrons. Do not let their stares guilt you! Some family is paying for the flower arrangements at the front door, so I think they’re doing alright.
I attempted the MoMA’s free day exactly once, and was not only disappointed by their poor layout and exhibits, but the crowd was so great you could only see the top halves of the larger paintings for the most part. A similarly poor experience was had at the New Museum; love their gift shop (which is totally free to wander around in and has plenty of overpriced arty books and trinkets to flip through to your heart’s content), but hated their collection. ‘Younger Than Jesus’ was up, a collection of artists from the last 10 years or so, and if the two galleries I saw before being unceremoniously booted out for early closing were any indication, pointless bullshit shoveled into large piles is de monde. Also- large lettering over said piles. But to focus on the positive- despite a grey and windy day, the Botanical Garden offered much natural beauty and even shelter in the form of their extensive greenhouses, three of which are representative of three different ecosystems. Some sites en route:
Wolfy at the bottom looks so chuffed with himself.
You don’t see ‘Warning: Sexually Exquisite’ around many construction sites.
I recently discovered there is a Lifetime Movie Channel. Glad Ganesh is a part of it.
I’ve seen birds sleeping in clumps, half awake, but never have I seen zombie eyes on ducks before. Their eyes are completely whitened, and they reacted to no stimuli, including half a dozen children screaming ‘DUCKS DUCKS DUCKS DUCKS!!!!’
The fox statues and intermittent sun reminded me of the first story in Kurosawa’s ‘Dreams’, where the little kid witnesses the Fox wedding procession against his mother’s advice and ends up abandoned and presumably encouraged to commit seppuku.
Here we have the leftmost greenhouse, showcasing desert plants of all varieties. It wasn’t extremely warm in there, but was dry enough to stop our runny noses.
This looks like a sandworm’s mouth from Dune.
Crown of Thorns plant.
The next greenhouse was the Tropical Greenhouse, filled with papayas, mangoes, coffee plants, guava trees- my sister expressed surprise no families were up in here climbing the trees and having a picnic.
Get your spoons out, Victorian ladies!
Another greenhouse upstairs was dedicated to water and swamp plants:
Someone turned their garbage can into a giant Muppet.
Street rage taken out on a snazzy clown car.
What the hell? This is in front of someone’s 3-STORY BROWNSTONE HOUSE! Did they have no room in any closet shelf to tuck this lil’ guy away?
I spent seriously 10 minutes waiting for the extreme wind to die down so I could get a picture of this saying ‘Sex Street Tail Market’. But noooo. 20 pictures later this was the best one.