A sunset purifies all it touches
March 6, 2010 | Filed Under General | Leave a Comment
“A sunset purifies all it touches.” - Words blog.
The golden road
February 22, 2010 | Filed Under General | Leave a Comment
“I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.”
— Jack Kerouac (The Dharma Bums). — ‘Jack Kerouac Grave - Only a jolly story teller’
Angela Davis
February 2, 2010 | Filed Under General, Portraits | Leave a Comment
“Jails and prisons are designed to break human beings, to convert the population into specimens in a zoo - obedient to our keepers, but dangerous to each other. “ – Angela Davis in Ottawa – 2 Feb. 2010 (Biography Wikipedia)
Modern Times
December 21, 2009 | Filed Under Black and White, General | Leave a Comment
So many Christians.
so little Christianity.
– Words Blog
Moonlight on the border
November 2, 2009 | Filed Under General | Leave a Comment
For more than 100 miles, the St. Lawrence River forms the border between Canada from the United States – eastern Ontario on the north shore and New York State on the south. The border dates back to the Treaty of Paris in 1783, which ended America’s war of independence and established the boundaries between the United States and British North America. This was the view on a moonlight night from the historic city of Brockville, looking across the silent river to Morristown, N.Y.
Where the towers were
October 19, 2009 | Filed Under General, New York Photos | Leave a Comment
Absence is its own power. I stood on the island and looked for the towers, tried to will them into view through the harbor haze, but they were not there. They would not rise, and the wound ached on. They sky was empty without them. I could not hear, I could not see, as I sometimes cannot see the face of loved ones when I close my eyes and whisper their names.
72nd St. subway station
October 19, 2009 | Filed Under Black and White, General, New York Photos | Leave a Comment
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she’s like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
Love Minus Zero/No Limit - Bob Dylan
‘A smudge on the collective unconscious’
October 19, 2009 | Filed Under General, New York Photos | Leave a Comment
“New York… when civilization falls apart, remember, we were way ahead of you.”
“I’m just trying to make a smudge on the collective unconscious.”
“I cannot sing, dance or act; what else would I be but a talk show host.” - David Letterman
The man in Columbus Circle
October 19, 2009 | Filed Under Black and White, General, New York Photos | Leave a Comment
A man was dancing without music in Columbus Circle, shuffling in half circles and talking to the sky. The wind along 59th St. was cold and he wore a hood against the chill. His eyes pointed somewhere far away. “How much does it cost?” he asked. “Who wants to know?” he answered. “How long?” he asked. “As long as it takes,” he said. He laughed and whirled in the noon day light. Some people are truly crazy, others we just can’t hear. I know a schizophrenic man who talks every day to “voices in New York.” Half the time he makes no sense but there are moments that seem profound. One day, out of the blue, he said, “The light of eternity comes from my soul.” I thought of him in Columbus Circle, looking at this man’s eyes.
The New York Stock Exchange
October 19, 2009 | Filed Under General, New York Photos | Leave a Comment
“The richest 1% of this country owns half our country’s wealth, $5 trillion. One third of that comes from hard work, two thirds comes from inheritance, interest on interest accumulating to widows and idiot sons and what I do, stock and real estate speculation. It’s bullshit. You got 90% of the American public out there with little or no net worth. I create nothing. I own.” - Gordon Gekko, fictional character in Oliver Stone’s 1987 movie, Wall Street.