11-19-16 WPC – Magic (Birthday Edition)

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.


11-15-13 Travel Theme: Short

Ailsa’s theme this week is short. It came to her because she is feeling short of time which brought me to my first few views of the theme. This was not an unusual circumstance in those days . These views are from Wellfleet.



But, short does not always relate to time. Many years later, on a beach in Wellfleet, two tourists, very short tourists, look as if they are about to run short of time.

Short-03248But, as we know, Mr. Bill and Stewie, always bounce back.

A few other views on the subject


 Travel Theme: Short | My Sardinian Life

 Travel Theme: Short | Paths Unwritten

 Life´s too Short… | ilargia64

 Travel Theme: Short | A String of Pearls



9-17-13 Weekly Photo Challenge: Inside

This week’s challenge is inside. I thought about this a lot because there are so many ways to go. I finally ended up in a place where I feel everyone is inside both the residents and the visitors.

I took these photos in Wellfleet in May of 2009.

Inside - Wellfleet Cemetery-08948 Inside_Wellfleet Cemetery

Here lie some other views of inside:

Weekly Photo Challenge: Inside | WryGrass

Weekly Photo Challenge: Inside | Clandestine Destiny

Weekly photo challenge: Inside | Life as a country bumpkin…not a city girl

Weekly Photo Challenge: Inside | It’s just the booze dancing…

Weekly photo challenge: Inside | The (Urban-Wildlife) Interface

Window on the World | Broken Light: A Photography Collective

Images From Inside Dry Dock #5 at the Brooklyn Navy Yard | atreegrowsinbklyn

Weekly Photo Challenge: Inside | Sin Polaris

Weekly photo challenge: Through the bars the tiger waits… | storyofmylife1993

Weekly Photo Challenge – Inside | Isadora Art and Photography

9-11-13 Twelve Years

Twelve years ago today, Abigail was in her second week of kindergarten.  I can’t speak for the rest of the country but I firmly believe that this year’s class of High School seniors in New York City were deeply affected in ways that will play out throughout their lives, both in a lack of trust of the stability of anything and their belief in the innate ability of neighbors and communities to rise to occasions.  In other words deeply conflicted.

As has become a personal tradition, I went to the ceremony held at the Firemen’s Memorial on 100th Street and Riverside Drive overlooking Riverside Park and The Hudson River. Every year they read out the names of the 343 members of the department who lost their lives that day. This year they also spoke of the 76 who have since died of what seem to be WTC site specific illnesses. Of course, thoughts and memories of all the other dead, both those attacked and the other first responders come into the ceremony.

Here are a few views.

Before the ceremony

Before the ceremony

The anthem

The anthem

The reading of the names continues

The reading of the names continues

and continues

and continues

and continues

and continues

A moment of silence at 10:29 to note the collapse of the second Tower

A moment of silence at 10:29 to note the collapse of the second Tower

The names continue

The names continue

Members of all branches of the Armed Forces were in attendance

Members of all branches of the Armed Forces were in attendance

The reading continues

The reading continues

Waiting to play Taps at the end of the ceremony

Waiting to play Taps at the end of the ceremony

5-29-13 John James Audubon

“I have nothing to say and I am saying it and that is poetry.”
― John Cage

Summer arrived in NYC today. High of 82 degrees and supposed to be 90 Thursday and Friday. I love hot weather but I also love spring and I am sorry we did not have one again this year.

That has nothing to do with the pictures I am about to show you however. Back on April 20th, I stopped at Trinity Cemetery to pay my respects to James Audubon

Birds of America

who is buried in the graveyard at the  Church of the Intercession in the Trinity Church Cemetery and Mausoleum at 155th Streetand Broadway. I have been spending a lot of serious work time on my Hudson pictures and given the summer weather just wanted to play a bit. Two views of his grave marker…



8-11-12 Put Down


California Dreaming
Subterranean Homesick Blues
Free As A Bird
Time Of The Season
People Are Strange

DJ Break

Come Fly With Me
Oh Darlin’

Great radio set, right? WOMR, 92.1, Provincetown played that this morning as I left Wellfleet on my way to Brewster.
California Dreaming started up
” you know the preacher likes the cold
He knows I’m going to stay.”
Shook my head at the weirdness of life.
“you don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows. ”
” Free as a bird
It’s the next best thing to be.”
They are really messing with me now and so on to
“and if you go no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone”

I gave up and just let the music take me until as the final chords of Oh Darlin’ ended I pulled into the parking lot of the Animal Hospital and took my Mother-in-law’s 14 year old, dearly loved, extremely sick and in pain, mini poodle inside. The staff was wonderful and kind and took care of things with care and gentleness.

7-3-12 Daphne Zepos

My good friend and Katherine’s excellent friend Daphne Zepos died this morning at 12:02.  She was an amazing woman and a great friend. It was my privilege to know her.

She had very recently been awarded the American Cheese Society’s Lifetime Achievement Award.

4-17-12 Blossom

“Remember to be gentle with yourself and others. We are all children of chance and none can say why some fields will blossom while others lay brown beneath the August sun. Care for those around you. Look past your differences. Their dreams are no less than yours, their choices no more easily made. And give, give in any way you can, of whatever you posses. To give is to love. To withhold is to wither. Care less for your harvest than for how it is shared and your life will have meaning and your heart will have peace.”

Kent Nerburn