Tag: robert beck

There are many private gardens on the Upper West Side, but this one caught Robert Beck's fancy.

It’s more than a record of what’s new business-wise, having as much to do with the substance and culture of the UWS.

It was good to have someone on-site after an earthquake who knows the merry-go-round mechanicals.

The doorman on Central Park West was positioned in front of the entrance, shaded by the awning, dressed for another century.

As the band got deeper into the set, I saw more people turned to watch them play.

There are a number of stores where you can get smoked fish on the Upper West Side, but there is only one Murray’s Sturgeon Shop.

"The sound is different up there. Just having nothing above your head feels good."

Books, linens, plates, hats, gloves, remakes of old toys, necklaces, bracelets, statues, cards, dolls, mugs, soap, candles...and More & More.

I pass tree sellers on my way to my studio along Columbus Avenue and Broadway.

There’s no secret to why everyone has smiles on their faces in that place.

The parade is a whole lot different in real life than it is on the flat screen. The live experience is much better.

Robert Beck watched the first runner cross the Marathon finish line on Sunday -- and painted the last.

A commonplace moment, complete with hard reality, as the cleaner balances above the street, reaching for that last smudge.

Pre-Autumn is that pause at the top of the diving board before the colorful splash of Real Autumn.

I was living in a small cabin in a rural part of Bucks County when what they call “first reports” came in.

It has graciously ferried patrons home for decades, although at 87 years old, it’s had its duties scaled back.

"I painted the people as a mass, but each was a story. Wives and husbands trying to protect their families, trying to survive."

In accordance with the Law of Best Laid Plans, the store got slammed with customers while I was there.

The garden section of Verdi Square (Broadway, Amsterdam and W. 73) is a refuge from the snarl and claw of the city.

It was clear halfway through my tour that whatever my depiction, it had to have Mr. Salomon in it.