West Village, New York City
In a quaint little village
on the west side of the city,
this chipped and rusty railing caught my eye.
Away from the shiny steel skyscrapers,
the honking horns and the bustling crowds,
this brownstone’s ornate railing
tells stories of its duties, its purpose, its history.
The bicycles that were chained
after a trip to the market, a visit to a friend, or an afternoon escapade.
The support of the hands of family members and friends that entered and departed.
You supported, you protected, you guided, you anchored.
Your beauty is far beyond aesthetic.
You have stories.
You have secrets… you have joys… you have tears.
Of all the things in this grandest of grand arenas,
You caught my eye most of all.
Cheers & Hugs,
Jodi
the creative life in between 
A lovely poem to go along with the lovely photo! Isn’t it strange what catches our eyes and interest? If only that railing could tell us its stories!
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So true!
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Oh, I love it. See, and this is why you’re an artist. Beautiful poem and sentiment. And photo! Before I turn around twice, you’ll be inking it and adding a watercolor wash! Lol I never know what you’ll be up to next. Love it, Jodi. 💛
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Oh Laura. You are too kind!!
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Not at all! I just typed the first thing that popped in my mind after I read your post. I’m enjoying your journey.
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Thank you 😊 (blush)
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Oh how lovely! This is the very first ode to a handrail I have ever seen, and such a treat! Yes – if only it could give up its secrets… How many lovers kissed goodnight right there? The mind boggles. 🙂
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Oh that should have so been added! How many lovers kissed goodnight there. Bummed that I didn’t add that. Thanks for adding!!!!
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great photo, great thoughts~
Jenna
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It is a beautiful wrought iron railing, it would have stopped me too in my tracks.
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How sensitive and insightful ~ your thoughts, words and photograph ~ truly telling a story about “life in between.”
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Absolutely lovely Jodi.
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A lovely catch, Jodi. You do have a very good eye and I love your little ode! Agree with the other person who said you’d probably paint this up….do that, frame it with the ode and SELL IT, GIRL!
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Great photo! And the words too, if only our structures could speak….
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I like how this caught your eye and your imagination Jodi! Lovely poem too! You are so talented! 😊
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Awh shucks thank you. ☺️
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I like your take on this Jodi. The stories it could tell. :O)
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God is in the details and sometimes the most beautiful things are right there in front of you or in the clutch of your hand. Lovely sentiment here, dear Jodi.
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No truer words my friend. The camera lens has taught me so much about finding those things so often overlooked. I so enjoy hearing from you. Thank you, Barbara.
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Love this picture. Love the West Village!!!
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