Duck Harbor Beach
Duck Harbor Beach
From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death,
There are patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath.
Like a rat in a maze
The path before me lies,
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies.
“If your friend says of some picture, “Yes, but what does it mean?” ask him, what his carpet means or the circular patterns on his shoes”
It started snowing late this afternoon while I was at a meeting in midtown. The meeting was on the east side. This meant that I had to walk cross town through Rockefeller Center where there where only 8 gazillion people out to see the tree.
Very pretty evening though…
I have not written in quite some time. I could say that I have been very busy with work, which is true. I could say that we have been going through a lot of difficult family issues, which is also true.
But that is not the reason. The reason is that I have been basically knocked speechless. I do not recognize the world I am living in. I do not recognize my country. Apparently everything I was ever told that made the USA a great and exceptional country is a lie.
Forgetting everything else: a president- elect who lost the popular vote by almost 3 million votes; a President-elect who lies every hour on the hour and whose apologists say we can all have our own special facts, that “we live in a post-fact world,”; a North Carolina Republican Party that brags in a press release about disenfranchising African- American voters; citizens who say that Hillary Clinton collecting fees for speaking to Goldman-Sachs disqualify her to be President but Trump appointing people who have worked at Goldman-Sachs is cool; forgetting all of that…the images coming out of Standing Rock leading up to Thanksgiving were horrifying.
I don’t really care here about the “law”, about legal interpretations of treaties or any of that. Isn’t it time to let Native Americans have what little we left to them? Isn’t it time to admit to the genocide of the original North American population performed over the past four centuries, apologize, and at the least, not take anything else from the Native American population?
I was taught that we were all created equal, that this was an ideal we had never lived up to but each passing decade and generation brought us closer to that dream. That was clearly bullshit. Seemingly close to 48% of the population who can bother to vote do not believe or accept that and have organized things in such a way that the minority rules.
My world is out of phase.
RIP John Lennon 10/9/40 – 12/8/80
It has been a really hard month. And that is before we talk about the national disaster.
We interred Katherine’s mom yesterday. As Katherine put it she was a strong woman and a force of nature. She had not been herself for a number of years so there is some relief but, of course, no matter how much you expect it, it is still painful.
She was a Bush Republican so we didn’t agree on much politically but she would have been horrified at what is happening in her party today.
Anyway, when we came back from the cemetery yesterday, I went up to her roof deck to look at the harbor. (She lived in Chatham MA). Lo and behold, a whale was swimming through the bushes on her property Talk about magic.
The tiny photographer looks at the big crack.
is not the loneliest number…
A rose contemplates the Tappan Zee as the Hudson ignores it all (as best it can) and rolls on by.
Begins right now! I am not a football fan and was glad that this past Sunday lots of kids were out playing baseball and soccer in Riverside Park,
I got a nice double exposure but can’t decide if I prefer it in color or black and white.
All thoughts appreciated.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASHER!!!! 20 years old. OMG
I have been extremely busy with work, family, life in general and have not been on the blog as much as, perhaps, I should be. As Linda Ellerbee used to say: “And so it goes.”
Big debate tonight – Not really. We already know how it will go…
This past weekend I took some head shots for a beautiful young actress, Blanca Franck. Extraordinary bone structure. As I always do, I snuck in a few portraits along the way. This is, maybe, my favorite.
So, let me sign off with a tune I’ve been playing a lot while I edit. Why? Don’t know and don’t really care. Except it is great!
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