17-06-02 I’m Back?

It’s been a long time…lots of stuff going on. Work (and the lack thereof), family, health, anxiety, depression, joy, and tension, transitions and transitioning, working it out and moving on. Broken Light Collective

I have spent a lot of time working on the first expression of my new book: “Trans_Lucent v 1.0”.  It is both a work in progress and a complete work. I have made 8 demo copies but… Naturally I am totally ambivalent about it.

Lots of time on the road, back and forth to Boston, went to NOLA for Jazz Fest, a not entirely successful trip down memory lane. You really can’t recreate the moments of your life and you shouldn’t make the mistake of trying. Have to remember to go and create anew. NOLA brought up lots of memories of the dead.

Took a wonderful class taught by Liam Cunningham at ICP.

Went to the Oaxaca Coast and Mexico City. It is good to be on the right side of Trump’s fantasy wall and was hard for us to return.

Spending lots of time on Cape Cod working on my parent’s place, trying to get it ship shape for the future.

Worked as a Teaching Assistant in ICP Community Partnership. Some of the most rewarding time I have spent in years.

I may actually have made some new friends! That doesn’t happen often.

Over the next few posts (which I hope will come at least every three days or so) I will be posting some of what I have been shooting.

I hope you all are well.

Let’s start old school in Black and White.


15-06-08 Vivid – Ronnie Gilbert Edition

“We still had the feeling that if we could sing loud enough and strong enough and hopefully enough, it would make a difference.”

Ronnie Gilbert

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I had a very different posting planned for today but then I found out that Ronnie Gilbert died on Saturday at the age of 88. She had an extraordinary voice and her personality just sparkled. While, justifiably, best known as the “girl” in the Weavers, she sang with an eclectic group of people over the decades and always worked for what she felt was right. She continued to draw inspiration from what was happening around her.

The Weavers had a long and tumultuous history. A massive success in the early 50’s including a #1 hit in 1950 they became pariahs by 1953 as they made the “blacklist” when it turned out that several members were “Commie Symps”. AS late as 1962 they were banned from performing on NBC’s “Jack Paar Show” when they refused to sign loyalty oaths. They had a successful reunion concert at Carnegie Hall in 1963 and performed for the last time as the four original members in 1980 as documented in the movie about their career: Wasn’t That A Time.

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Other vivid views are here: vivid.

7-2-14 Weekly Photo Contest: Contrasts

Today is Katherine’s birthday and to celebrate (and to make up for the disappointment of yesterday’s World Cup) I got my computer back.

We are going to The Mermaid Inn for dinner and then to Much Ado About Nothing in the park (if the warned about thunder and lightning are not too bad.)

I am “late to the party” challenge this week so I am giving two pictures for the price of one. I think both fit the idea of contrast as they contrast the expectations non-natives have of Manhattan and the reality of the island.




Some other contrasts from around WP:













1-23-14 To The Waters And The Wild

Another long day inside with data and keywords, optimizing SEO and organizing, but a part of me has been in this field where Henderson Lake spills into The Hudson.


WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scare could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.
William Butler Yeats



10-14-12 No Drama Sunday – Fall Edition

After several days of unseasonably cold weather, today was simply Autumn. 70, wind, partially sunny, what else can you say.  I walked through Riverside Park for several hours, spent time at the river which was abuzz with people: sailors, kayakers, runners, joggers, strollers, walkers, bikers, bladers, sitters, and sleepers.  You will have to take my word for that since there will be no pictures of that scene today…

Let’s take a look at the park.


8-23-12 Down

Morning found us calmly unaware
Noon burned gold into our hair
At night, we swam the Laughing sea
When summer’s gone
Where will we be

Summer’s almost gone
Summer’s almost gone
We had some good times
But they’re gone
The winter’s comin’ on
Summer’s almost gone

John Densmore, Robby Krieger, Ray Manzareck, Jim Morrison

Since I did “Up” a few days ago I thought I should contemplate the other aspect…


4-29-12 Through A Glass, Darkly

Looking from outside into an open window one never sees as much as when one looks through a closed window. There is nothing more profound, more mysterious, more pregnant, more insidious, more dazzling than a window lighted by a single candle. What one can see out in the sunlight is always less interesting than what goes on behind a windowpane. In that black or luminous square life lives, life dreams, life suffers.



Back on 2/16/12 I said l’d be showing the life cycle of an abandoned engine in the river..and then I abandoned the engine again…

well better late than never…here it was on 4/29/11

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