15-06-07 Vivid 2

Chicken, TV, dinner
6 minutes on defrost, 3 on high
Beer to wash it down with then another
A little whiskey on the side

It’s not so bad alone here
It don’t bother me that every night’s the same
I don’t need another lover
Hanging ’round, trying to make me change

Fish swim, birds fly
Lovers leave by and by
Old men sit and think
I drink


The challenge this week is vivid

First attempt is right here.

Second attempt

(inspired in some weird way by the accidental cootchie mama’s‘s father’s day campaign)

is right below here:


More vivid visions:










4-5-14 Weekly Photo Challenge: Threshold

The Weekly Photo Challenge this week is threshold…described as: “A threshold is a point of entering; that point just before a new beginning — that split-second moment in time, full of anticipation. All the hard work is over; relief is palpable.” I disagree with all the hard work is over; relief is palpable.

Not the first time I have shown a photograph of this. It used to be the biggest threshold in the USA and perhaps the world. Sadly I do not believe it carries the same resonance anymore.



Some other views of threshold…

I think this fits…












6-19-11 Father’s Day …

Entering the mouth of the Hudson

Father’s Day – always an odd day for me.  My Father died when I was about 18 months old. He was Chief Resident at Boston State Hospital, which I believe was the first hospital established in the US exclusively for the treatment of Mental Illness.  (Don’t quote me, I could be wrong.) My father caught polio from one of his patients and died from it fairly quickly. My mother was a psychiatric nurse when they met – she later became a psychologist  and is still working today.

Looking up the Hudson from the Bay. The building under construction on the right is the “Freedom Tower

We lived in housing provided for the staff. I think we should have been thrown out after my father died, since it was a perk for the Doctors but, out of kindness or guilt (the polio vaccine was already available to the staff but he had not been given an inoculation yet) or both, they let my Mother and me stay on.  We  lived there until I was 10/11 and I came back to work there in the summers after I turned 16. Of course many of the staff remembered me but what was stranger was how many patients remembered me as a little boy and remembered my parents and wanted to talk to me about how wonderful my Father had been  and how nice my Mother was.

Heading down river to the ocean

As my fellow blogger, Rebekah,  over at Colder Weather reminded me, I always hated the card making elementary school ritual. As I remember I was the only kid who did not have a father (again don’t quote me but it felt that way)
and the “oh make it for your grandfather or an uncle” stuff just did not work.

This year was the first year that Abigail was not home for Father’s Day, but we facebooked and made plans to go out when she gets back.  Katherine and I took a boat ride from Chelsea Piers through Buttermilk Channel, out by The Statue of Liberty and Ellis island and then back. A nice two hour tour.

6-17-11 On the Boat (to Ellis Island)

Ellis Island, the song sung so brilliantly by Mary Black in the attached link, has been running through my head pretty constantly over the last few days.

From the corner of my eye I see a tear rolling down
At the time I couldn’t tell whose tear it was
If it was mine I should be glad
That I still function in this cage
But if it’s yours it only makes me more lost
To see a tear rolling down
To see a tear rolling down

This is the last call for Ellis Island
These are the last words I’m ever gonna hear you say
So goodbye, babe
Goodbye, babe.

So since I have been contemplating immigration and emigration, the pure despair and hope that drove so many people to come to the US over the centuries, I thought the Statue and Ellis were pretty appropriate for today.

The image at the top is from May 5th on the Ferry from the World Financial Center to Hoboken. The image below was shot on St Patrick’s Day, March 17th, from the Battery (which is the mouth of the Hudson).

2-5-11 Battery Park – The Mouth of the Hudson

Another day of precipitation. Rain today. One of the great things about this winter from the perspective of photography is how many varieties of gray we are seeing. It is almost as if while I am shooting color the world is in black and white. To demonstrate my thesis I will be posting two versions of a picture today. One version will be digitally converted to Black and White. Can you tell which is which?

A fascinating thing about the Hudson is that of course, it is an estuary for just under half of its total length.

I will figure out how to embed these links soon…