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A rare chance to meet bloggers Jeane and Jo (pictured above at MOMA) perpetuated a quick trip to New York City accompanied by my friend Carole. We drove down...about 7 hours from Montreal. It was a busy 4 days with a simple itinerary: meet Jo and Jeane (how fortunate I was to meet them in person), visit a lot of art museums (Dia Beacon on the way, MOMA, Metropolitan Museum of Art, Guggenheim), soak up the city (sore feet but happy heart), and eat well but economically (is eating a street knish considered eating well?). Mission accomplished on all fronts! 
Views from inside the Museum of Modern Art. It felt like a place of worship to me.
The Guggenheim (of course!). The architecture was as impressive as the art.
Looking across the reservoir to the Upper West Side on a rainy Saturday. I'm so glad my first glimpse of Central Park was on a moody, foggy, atmospheric day.
But I also appreciated that same view on a sunny Tuesday! 
In an attempt to neutralize urban overload, I thoroughly enjoyed a long solitary walk in Central Park where I nicely regained my bearings.
Our lovely well-located brownstone B & B on the Upper East Side. Central Park was at the end of our street and the Guggenheim and Metropolitan Museum of Art were just a few blocks away.
View from our B & B window. The perfect place for someone like me, who can literally spend hours enjoying the small details of an urban courtyard. More detail views below.
My first morining in Kangirsuk, I awoke to a white world. Above is a shot from my hotel room window. Apparently I was privileged to witness the first snowfall of the season. Beautiful, but melted by the end of the day and no more snow for the rest of my visit.
On my way home from Kangirsuk I stopped in Kuujjuaq (the biggest town in Nunavik with a population of about 2,150 and located just below the treeline). I spent the weekend with a friend and we took a few walks in this wonderful blue light...just before sunset around 3:30 p.m.
I've been to Nunavik again. Back to Kangirsuk for 2 weeks. This was my first arctic visit in winter and I was worried that I wouldn't connect to the landscape as strongly now that the rich tundra that I love so much was covered in snow. I was wrong. It's just as spectacular in the winter. The ever-present wind really packs down the snow so it's very hard and then sculpts it into beautiful abstract forms and textures which is enhanced by the amazing light. Here are some images I took while on a very cold walk (with wind chill factor it felt like -40C...that's the same in Farenheit!) on a beautiful sunny day.
Views from inside the Museum of Modern Art. It felt like a place of worship to me.
The Guggenheim (of course!). The architecture was as impressive as the art.
Looking across the reservoir to the Upper West Side on a rainy Saturday. I'm so glad my first glimpse of Central Park was on a moody, foggy, atmospheric day.
But I also appreciated that same view on a sunny Tuesday! 
In an attempt to neutralize urban overload, I thoroughly enjoyed a long solitary walk in Central Park where I nicely regained my bearings. 
Our lovely well-located brownstone B & B on the Upper East Side. Central Park was at the end of our street and the Guggenheim and Metropolitan Museum of Art were just a few blocks away.
View from our B & B window. The perfect place for someone like me, who can literally spend hours enjoying the small details of an urban courtyard. More detail views below.
My first morining in Kangirsuk, I awoke to a white world. Above is a shot from my hotel room window. Apparently I was privileged to witness the first snowfall of the season. Beautiful, but melted by the end of the day and no more snow for the rest of my visit.
