the light from a year ago...
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
the light in the morning...
the light in the morning in the qua through the greeley woods can be amazing...I write this as I listen to Howard Zinn who talks about taking the point of view of the victims...
Taking a picture....
Taking a picture of the reporter taking the picture....who controls information?...an interesting question in the age of the digital revolution...this was at a Town Hall Meeting in Chappqua, NY on Sept. 28. 2010 over whether Summit Greenfield should be allowed to develop the old Reader's Digest property into condos. The senitment of the town is decidely against it. I attended the meeting in pursuit of self empowerment and my ongoing investigation of the town's landscape...
Monday, September 27, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
At night in the Qua...
At night in the Qua there is a magic when the denzinens of the agora have taken their nap...when the noise of the marketplace is gone beauty can be heard in the noise...
Monet...
Monet would paints his gardens over and over...I take that as one of my inspirations for photographing the woods behind my house...
Thursday, September 23, 2010
A hike in teatown...
I took a hike today in Teatown Lake Preservation....out of the many things that struck me was the dedicated benches along the trails that moved me...
The light at Fall..
the light at the beginning of Fall here in the qua at times assumes a magical quality...here's a shot of the ol' Greeley Barn from three years ago...this past month and especially the last couple of days the light has had this amazing magical quality...as I write here in the late awake from the insomnia that has driven me mad...the sexy sound of the crickets outside...the nothingness of the sound of the fan...the lights shining into the abyss....no connection with the world accept my imaginatiion and the book, I am reading already dead...my words have been stale for quite sometime bought on a world that mainlines image and cellphone bytes to the vein...still, however, I keep to my craft no matter how broken I am or stale the words have become and there is strength in that like the light at the beginning of Fall...
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
the light on the street...
the light at the end of summer down on the lower east side can be really fine...
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
the river towns...
the river towns along the hudson used to mighty centers of commerce....their glory though has long since passed...still near the river one can feel the power of the mighty Hudson...
There are things I see...
There are things I see hiding in the shadows behind the lens observing people who think they are not being observed...
Monday, September 20, 2010
the light from a year ago...
influenced by Proust, I like to be in the moment yet remember states of mind been to...here's a photo spent with in afternoon with Doug helping him cut trees...the light is from a year ago...those pregnant early fall days in Westchester when the atmosphere adopts a magical quality....this is over by Sleepy Hollow and one can see where Washington Irving got his inspiration from...
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Today...
Today in the Greeley Woods the light glowed magic...heavy soothing warmth made the day pregnant with laziness....
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Van Gogh
When I entered the Glazier Arboretum yesterday I felt like I was whisked away in time into a Vincent Van Gogh painting...I imagined this how the part of rural France that he used to paint in must have looked...
Friday, September 17, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Rockwood at the Fall Equinox..
I snuck off the job to catch dusk at Rockwood....I really lucked out....the light was in a golden, magical spiritual place...I could really feel why the Indians, Washington Irving and the Rockefellers were really drawn to this place...the beauty at times is overwhelming...
Saturday, September 11, 2010
The High Line Park in NYC
The other day I had been on a binge the night before in my brother's apartment over on the lower east side in manhattan....I got up the next day hungover and desperate need of fresh air....I had no clue what to do but I knew I had to get out of there. When I descended upon the street it became clear I needed to see the water so I started to walk over to the Westside to get a glimpse of the Hudson. After I had done that I was still in no shape to go back to my brother's so I started up the Hudson River Park when I stumbled the High Line Park....it has just opened and Had been meaning to check it out....
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Hindi Love Poem 'Pehla Prishtha' by Arvind Joshi
I don't care if there is information overload and people have sunk in the miasma of their boredom...I find it fascinating that I can see a videopoem from India...it still blows my mind...I never did appeal to the Madison Avenue virus...
Time...
No can escape...at best we can age gracefully like wine...however, like Dylan Thomas's Do Not Go Gentle Into the Night, I refuse to roll over and have my creative process stop....this picture was taken by six year old niece who has shown an aptitude for taking pictures...
Friday, September 3, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Indian names...
In Westchester, towns, villages, rivers, and roads still carry Indian names which connotate bright descriptive meanings: Katonah was "principal hill"; Ossisning, "place of stone"; Chappaqua, "rustling land"; and Kisco "muddy place."
The history of Valhalla, NY....
Prominent members of Kensico community led by Mr. and Mrs. A.J. Kinch banded together to change the name of the village to Valhalla when a syndicate created the Kensico cemetary with its own railroad station...
Chief Co-Ken-Se-Co
The village of Kensico was named after the Siwanoy Indian Chief Co-Ken-Se-Co, a 1683 singer of the deed for White Plains. Today the original village rests on the bottom of the Kensico Reservoir...
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