From the roof of a fourteen story building at Peter Cooper Village I stood in one spot on the roof and the force of the explosions seemed to vibrate the air. Though I was braced and steady, each photograph shadowed itself. I also think I was set at too slow a speed to freeze the images, but I like the results.
I moved slightly closer.
One of my favorite Images. The figure is a guard from the complex watching. I was several feet behind.
Wendy and I walked to the East river after coffee and a chat in which her son explained bit coins to me and I understood them (then), Just drifting.
This rain has a sharp bite to it. I was mighty glad I wasn't far from home, and that I had my hooded
ankle length raincoat on with some down under it, boots, a warm hat and
gloves! It's so much easier with the right gear.
First Avenue divider with a spare crocus patch
A perennial indoor window garden right down the block
Home then, and reading a trash-found magazine addressed to a woman who no longer lives here. There's a whole lot of moving in and out in the building, in a whole lot of buildings
actually. It's a subtext to my life, a real estate mystery. Meanwhile, inside the magazine these boiled-wool slippers embroidered
The fledgling on the window sill under the A/C "eeep-eeeps" and then
falls silent when full. The rain rains, and my little old computer
strains. It was brown rice and adzuki beans again tonight, and later (Free-plucked from
the garbage still in it's wrapping) Jim Hensons' "The Dark Crystal"
"A one of a kind imagination marvel" Three Minute Trailer
http://youtu.be/DYKQqIRisSE
We are, you and me, as all life forms are, one of a kind.
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