Sidewalk to nowhere?
Aha!
Somewhere in America. September 2014.
Greenpoint, October, 2015
Friday, September 12, 2014
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Fonts of Wisdom
"We move in silence to protect the mysteries of our hearts (sic) work."
Rambo and Pixote bomb another BQE billboard.
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Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Monday, September 8, 2014
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Afterglow
Summer nights are a good time to head up to the roof. The air is moving, and the light too. Moving away from us. Like summer.
Certainties—truth, beauty, and belief—
go in and out of focus. Mostly out.
Occasional flickers sheet a sky turned dull,
lit up by little else than recollection.
Life is lived both
according to the memory of the flash
and in the dimness of the aftermath.
The tide goes out; comes in.
The light fades low again.
The raw wound of the crater fills with green.
But ah, the afterglow.
And oh,
the undertow.
"The Afterglow," Rachel Hadas
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go in and out of focus. Mostly out.
Occasional flickers sheet a sky turned dull,
lit up by little else than recollection.
Life is lived both
according to the memory of the flash
and in the dimness of the aftermath.
The tide goes out; comes in.
The light fades low again.
The raw wound of the crater fills with green.
But ah, the afterglow.
And oh,
the undertow.
"The Afterglow," Rachel Hadas
Friday, September 5, 2014
Water Colors
Crossing the Verrazano Narrows Bridge, looking out at Coney Island from above the guardrails. One of the pleasures of commuting on the X10 bus.
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
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