The Window Shopping of Life
I used to love shopping and window shopping. As I get older, I prefer window shopping . There too much stuff in my closets, cupboards, shelves spilling on to the floors. Material stuff satisfies for an instant and then we're hungry again. Where are you at? Are you a shopper or a window shopper?
I love small privately owned shops which helps build community unlike the big corporate big box stores. Let's go window shopping in Tarrytown, N.Y., a charming old town on the Hudson north of NYC. The reflection can be as fascinating as the merchandise. The objects become art and life imitates art in a whirly gig of color and form. In the market for an old barber chair? Imagine if that old vinyl seat could talk.

When it comes to antiques. Something old is new again.


Or perhaps a little bauble and bling?
Or a passion for purple fashion?

There's always art in a...?

or art in an art gallery or not. The window shopping of life is what you make it.

I love small privately owned shops which helps build community unlike the big corporate big box stores. Let's go window shopping in Tarrytown, N.Y., a charming old town on the Hudson north of NYC. The reflection can be as fascinating as the merchandise. The objects become art and life imitates art in a whirly gig of color and form. In the market for an old barber chair? Imagine if that old vinyl seat could talk.
When it comes to antiques. Something old is new again.
Or perhaps a little bauble and bling?
Or a passion for purple fashion?
There's always art in a...?
or art in an art gallery or not. The window shopping of life is what you make it.




Must admit shopping is my bete noire. I'd notice an ant on the pavement before anything in a store window. But your photos do make it seem very appealing. Tarrytown looks quaint and lovely; reminds me a little of Ithaca.
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Very quaint and old-fashioned. So much shopping is online these days, I wanted to show the other side, so to speak.
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