“A photographer is like a cod, which produces a million eggs in order that one may reach maturity.”
George Bernard Shaw
Challenge: On Top.
My first attempt: Here
On April 27,2012 another visitor became a New Yorker. It was surely on top that day.
The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day.
“April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.”
I was not going to do this again so soon (vision #1- here) but I spent the afternoon out and about uptown on the river from 155th Street to the bridge. The world was out there. Despite it only being in the low 50’s something in the air has changed and we are clearly, finally, on the threshold of spring here in NYC. So many snuggling couples out and about. Kisses filled the street. The tennis courts were full. The fishermen were out and the barbecues (a few) were going. The boarders were on the river. Yes we are on the threshold of spring and the relief was palpable.
I hope they realize this is “my” tree (long story)
Soon enough to bloom
Those crazy days when half of us are in summer and half still in winter
Now really you didn’t think my threshold wouldn’t end anywhere but here…
Of course, soon enough the whining about the summer heat will start but for now…
It has been a Mary Black kind of weekend for me so here is one of her uptempo spring songs.
Other thresholdian visions:
and speaking of someone on the threshold…
“If you have an important point to make, don’t try to be subtle or clever. Use a pile driver. Hit the point once. Then come back and hit it again. Then hit it a third time – a tremendous whack.”
The Photo Challenge this week is: “Threes”. I can’t let that go without a visit to my favorite spot on the Hudson. If you have been reading the QH for any amount of time you may have been expecting today’s sequence. This is far more than the third time I have shown this place. More likely it is 3 to the 3rd power plus 3.
Here are some other views of three starting with Raymond Chandler:
“Alcohol is like love. The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl’s clothes off.”
While I was trapped on The George Washington Bridge this evening, coming back from New Jersey (don’t ask), I spent a lot of time listening to Pure Heroine, Lorde‘s album/cd/collection of music that no one under the age of 40 actually pays for and downloads in its entirety. (Embarrassingly enough for WordPress and its affiliates neither Lorde nor Pure Heroine produced a recommended link…why Tumblr gets the young folk).
I expect that many/most of you are familiar with the song Royals,
“My friends and I—we’ve cracked the code.
We count our dollars on the train to the party.
And everyone who knows us knows that we’re fine with this,
We didn’t come for money.
But every song’s like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin’ in the bathroom.
Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin’ the hotel room,
We don’t care, we’re driving Cadillacs in our dreams.
But everybody’s like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece.
Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash
We don’t care, we aren’t caught up in your love affair
And we’ll never be royals (royals).
It don’t run in our blood
That kind of luxe just ain’t for us.
We crave a different kind of buzz.
Let me be your ruler (ruler),
You can call me queen Bee
And baby I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule.
Let me live that fantasy.”
but the entire collection is well worth your attention. It is amazing and somewhat terrifying that the then 16 and now 17-year-old New Zealand girl is able to write the material that she has produced. Yes, her mother is an award-winning poet but really? And that is before we talk about her music and voice.
Anyway, all that brought to mind this picture from March 14, 2011.
The internet is back – at least today – while it has been down I started working my way through the archives again. Time to remove some failed images and discover ones I missed the first time. I shot this before I actually started the Quotidian Hudson project, while I was in testing mode. I don’t know why I buried it in the files. I pulled it out today and said, h’mm. I think I like it.
For some time now I have been following Broken Light: A Photography Collective.
Today, The Accidental Cootchie Mama got all directive in her blog and told her readers to connect with the blogger who commented above them. To say I am not in that kind of mood is an understatement. But, I am not really as misanthropic as that may sound, so I decided that rather than my meeting someone new, I would introduce you to someone new. Broken Light seemed the right blog to point to. I strongly suggest you wander over to their site (follow the link at top of page) and check out the work.
The simplest explanation the Collective gives of itself is:
“We are photographers living with or affected by mental illness; supporting each other one photograph at a time. Join our community, submit today!”
They do not limit the contributors to those who are specifically diagnosed with an illness, they also have contributors who work in the field or who have affected family members. People of all levels from beginner to top professionals have submitted work since I have been following the blog. I really believe that it is worth your attention.
“The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.
This quote opens the chapter called “Into The Fourth Dimension” from Alexandra Horowitz‘ lovely new book On Looking: Eleven Walks with Expert Eyes. This is a book for anyone and everyone but I do strongly recommend it for visual artists, especially photographers, and writers. Simply put, the book details Horowitz’ walks “around the block” with eleven people with various areas of expertise. Geology, typography, naturalist, toddler all present her with an astonishingly different view of the world. I spent five hours in the “Genius Bar” at the Apple store today and was able to do a lot of reading. I know I came out seeing the world differently. Sadly five hours with Apple means no hours with camera. So, here is one more shot from my walk yesterday. This is for my cousin Stephanie.
The river roads collect the tolls
for the passage of our souls
through silence, over woods, through flowers and snow
and past the George Washington Bridge,
down from the trails of Breakneck Ridge,
the river’s ancient path is sacred and slow
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