“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language. And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.” – T.S. Eliot
I truly do not understand quite why we fetishize the New Year the way we do but it is a tradition of very long standing among seemingly most human cultures, so there you are.
A few images from early this morning…
and a final image from’15 looking over the Hudson from Morningside Heights…
I went to Northampton yesterday to pick up Abigail and her friend Ingrid for their Holiday break. Being college students (1st semester, 1st year no less) they were running late so I went to get gas. As I pulled into the station I saw a wonderful and remarkable thing. Luckily I had my camera with me. I didn’t want to intrude but I still like what I got…
“Before I realized, I was hypnotized
Flashback to the past”
Having started the reorganization of photographs work, I am coming across lots of stuff that I used to love. Some I still do, even though in some cases I couldn’t tell you why.
That is not true with this picture. I took it at The New Orleans Jazz Festival in 1991. It had rained hard and the field was extremely muddy. I saw these two dancing and was taken by their focus on the music but even more by the intensity of their focus on each other.
Strangely enough, about 8 years later a true friend of ours, who had been at Jazz Fest with us that year and knew this picture well, moved downtown. The woman in the picture lived in her new building and they have become very good friends.
On October 24th, 1996, Andy Pettitte outdueled John Smoltz as the Yankees won 1-0 and took a 3 game to 2 lead in The World Series. The next day something even more momentous occurred.