Windows: clean and dirty and sometimes wet

Usually when I look through a window I think, pure and simple, I’m seeing what’s out there. ‘Truth is, what I’m seeing I’m actually seeing through the filter of the window: rain drops (and their intriguing slide-downs), dirt, smears, reflections, all that inhabit even the clearest and cleanest panes of optically neutral glass that fill the windows of my life.

No! This is not a metaphor for the mind as a filter busily re-identifying and evaluating what’s perceived by the senses–but it could be, I guess. Whatever, here are some photos made through glass. Enjoy!

                  Broadway and 86th Street from the bus shelter


                  Central Park from the 79th Street Transverse bus.


                   Manhattan Chinatown


                  Central Park South from the M7 bus.


                       Astoria from the #7 subway


              The corner of Flushing and Bushwick Avenues, Brooklyn


                    Jackson Heights, Queens


                   Upper West Side, Manhattan


                  Somewhere around Lincoln Center


                    Subway conductor


                                                   In a restaurant


                                                          From the #7 train


                                                Under the George Washington Bridge


Maybe Edward Hopper ate here


Back under the GWB


                                             Back in Manhattan Chinatown


Manchester Connecticut

Published in: on December 15, 2022 at 6:45 pm  Comments (16)  

The color is autumn

Sommer, she’s i’passin’ oot,

All sing g’bye.

Autumn he’s i’cumin’ in,

All sing “Haloo!”


Wabi sabi is a Japanese aesthetic paradigm meaning intentionally flawed beauty…referring to the imperfect, impermanent and incomplete. It’s not the kind of thing that sits well with our Western standards of beauty. It’s not young and fresh and energetic with big boobs or biceps or a Mercedes to die for. For me, wabi sabi is Autumn, and here I’d like you to look for a moment into your gut. It’s the feelings that accompany the movement of the seasons at this time of year that I’m carrying on about. Not talking about value judgments, mind you. Talking ’bout feelings–and I’m not going to suggest anything. This is about you. Those of you who are fortunate enough to be blessed with life in a climate hosting Autumn you know what Autumn is: cooler temps, clearer light, sharper shadows, brighter colors, cooler temps, faster moving air. Autumn is life recharged, ready or not.


For me as a photographer–There! I’ve called myself that! After decades of resisting the label, I’m right now in your presence, admitting to taking a portion of my identity from my pretty-much favorite activity–Autumn is the sublime expression of colors and the great burst of life preceding the quiet gray of winter. Autumn is wabi-sabi at its natural best.

So here come a dozen photos, all but the last actually made over the summer, yet all advertising the colors of Autumn. I say “advertising,” because that’s what I’m selling. Many are indoors made. A lot down in the subway, only theoretically distanced from the impact of seasonality. Lots involve looking up. The first one, the window with the rusted metal gate: after I took the snap, a woman approached me to ask what I was doing. My head overwhelmed by the reality of wabi-sabi, however I answered didn’t much matter. She didn’t call the cops and I got the snap.

These folks were involved each in their own worlds on the way to the beach. Their colors were those of joy.


And artwork from who knows how long ago as Pennsylvania Station continues moving west.


And the entrance to Coppola’s on West 79th Street, where for decades–yes, decades--Bobbie and I have shared a Ceasar salad and Grandpa Salvatore’s pizza and a couple of glasses of wine.


Canal Street’s #1 local station captures wabi sabi brilliantly when you’re ready to see it. What a gift when that happens. You overhear people complaining about it, that it’s not clean and shiny and so forth, and it reminds you of folks who’d like ice cream much better if it weren’t so damned cold.



I climb up out of the subway at 19th Street on my way to the Chelsea art galleries and I climb through and into the art of my city!


Right now there’s a whole load of folks who devote their waking hours to hating my city’s newest architecture. Their loss.


This remarkable interlacing of bamboo and steel lives in the Lower East Side on Essex Street. Behind it, in the midst of centuries of squalor, lives a little park. Check it out!



Sometimes, as it happened for me in this instance, you’re lucky enough to be hearing the music that’s just right for you. You You relax. Your eyes drift out a window and oooh, you discover that the perfectly ordinary is oddly magical.


My city is filled with windows which create magic no matter what they reflect.


And the coldest metal and cement become alive with–vu den?--life!


Finally, Snap # 12, taken through the window of a Metro-North commuter train from New York gliding along the Long Island Sound through southern Connecticut to New Haven. Autumn, real Autumn, is i’cummin’in.”


What’s Autumn to you? Inquiring minds want to know, and there’s a comments section below. Feel free to use it.

Published in: on October 3, 2022 at 8:18 pm  Comments (18)  

And now for some things somewhat different

After a hyper indulgence in the glories of Spring rain in Central Park I bring you a variety of snaps made around the city. True, one photo of rain covered cobblestones does continue the Spring rain tradition. The others… Root vegetables on sale in Inwood, geese in Riverside Park, Lower Manhattan from the Staten Island Ferry, a trash bag(!), a bus rider in black and white, spontaneous artwork in Chelsea, those wet cobblestones and, for the first time in a while, a haiga. In this case it’s my first consideration of age and aging, although you might not see it that way.











Published in: on June 26, 2022 at 7:18 pm  Comments (8)  

Central Park: spring rain

(I begin with a parenthetical remark having to do not with my topic but rather with my process. This is an experiment and a hope. After having been disconnected from my blog for a while now there is a chance that I have succeeded in reconnecting and will once again be able to post. Maybe not. The photograph above, residual raindrops and bright green leaves, was drafted before everything went wrong with my computer, my hard drive, and both my connection to and my relationship with the host of this blog, WordPress. Now, with the help of one of WordPress’ s technicians, I may be back in business. Let’s see what happens…)

WOO! Something’s working!

Bow Bridge is a wonderful place to start. No doubt you’re seen it many times no matter where you live and no matter if you’ve ever been to New York City. It is beautiful. And rainy days like it’s remarkably tranquil while in bright sunlight it’s so covered with people from all over the planet taking selfies that it’s almost impossible to walk across. Still there is an environment of genuine joy in that crowd that is unmistakable and inescapable, so you just slow down and bathe in it.

Moving right along to…

Oak Bridge. Oak Bridge is another favorite of visitors from all over, the perfect spot for a selfie showing the pond and, on a clear day, the high-rises of Midtown–most of which are hated by a large majority of New York City residents. Me, I like them.

Oak Bridge leads into The Ramble, the one area of Central Park in which I am still quite capable of getting lost. Getting lost in The Ramble is a real treat for somebody like me who thinks he knows much more than he actually does. It’s not just that it’s a refreshingly humbling experience, it is absolutely enlightening. At every turn there is something new to see, something new to appreciate and the opportunity for some new insight whether sought or not. Spots like this one:

or this one:

Come out of The Ramble and be greeted by this!

(Now I’m being told that I’ve run out of space and can add no more snaps.)

(Now wordPress says I can’t post the abbreviated post. I’m running out of parentheses, but don’t fret, I can handle it.)

Published in: on May 6, 2022 at 1:41 pm  Comments (13)  

An 80 year old looks at light

Just before my 80th birthday I posted this series on Facebook with the caption, “Five thoughts on the last night of my 79th year.” This was clearly about experiencing rather than articulating those thoughts. More and more

my photography is moving further away from my intellect and closer to my emotions. The joy of experiencing light is at the heart of this transition. Here’s what I mean:

9th & 33rd from the M 11


Across 5th from the Met


kitchen morning




Empire State Building from 34th and 7th


And, of course, Central Park, this time just before sunset in winter.

I know we’ve got to be concerned about COVID-19 and the cold and slippery sidewalks and and people  with evil or simply broken minds out to do random others harm. I know first-hand about reckless automobile and bicycle and even scooter drivers. Still, you can’t let all that keep you away from the thousand manifestations of beauty available to you daily.

Be reckless yourself–enjoy!

Published in: on January 24, 2022 at 2:23 pm  Comments (11)  

Reality??? So much more so!!!

RSG On the train

Let’s start here by stating the simple, direct and utterly unmitigated truth:

I love New York City!

Don’t ask me “Why?” or tell me “That’s because…” Just look at the pictures!


This morning, having returned swiftly and joyfully by bicycle thru midtown traffic–including a spin around Columbus Circle– from the cardiologist’s with a glowing health report, it occurred to me yet again that my reality far surpasses anything I’m capable of imagining. My waking hours are filled with actually living in the city of my dreams two blocks from the park of those dreams and with the love of better than my dreams. I have an adequate bike and the perfect camera–it even has a phone and a jukebox inside–and I spend my time among the most varied and often delighting and–to be sure challenging–art, architecture and human beings more than imaginable right here in my actual, every day world.

Let me take you on a little tour.

First, in my world “glum” becomes mysterious and foreboding…

…or downright scary.


…Or who knows what in the bay of a truck.

Then dead white oaks appear fully grown and in profusion right where Broadway (the famous one) meets 5th Avenue (also the famous one.)




An empty hallway becomes an adventure.

The same for an empty room although, perhaps, a much more peaceful and meditative adventure.


An empty loading dock reveals itself as a work of art.

A neighborhood church becomes both a cathedral and an oasis.


A rich man comes along and builds an island that emerges on cement pillars from the river flowing just two blocks away and turns it into a park and invites me to come enjoy!


If that’s not enough, restaurants create outdoor shelters that I might celebrate with lobsters even in times of pandemic.


Even the Sanitation Department creates fantastical structures housing who-will-ever-know-what to delight my eyes and my fantasies. Of course, there might actually be an enormous dragon in there eating all the trash. As some folks would say, “Hey! You never know.”

The subway, the one everybody’s so busy bitching about, it not only goes wherever I want to go whenever I want to go there, it even ventures outdoors to create new realities in motion.

It even crosses over rivers to give me ever-changing images to pass on–in this case–to you.

There’s a memorial to a dead President that hosts sunsets and since 1964 The Jazzmobile with free real jazz for all of us.


And when it rains you can bet your ass it rains!

So, if you wanna to sing, there’s so much more than the tunes you already know:

Here’s Sinatra:

And here’s Billy Joel:


Right now this one really gets me. It’s not Frank Sinatra or Billy Joel, but I’m not as old as I used to be.

26 Songs about New York


In response to a special request, here’s Alicia Keys singing Empire State of Mind solo with lyrics writ out large.

And another write-out of the lyrics and Jay-Z’s rap with all the references to them:


That’s my story, and I’m stickin’ to it. What’s yours? There’s a “comments” icon coming up. Click on it and let us know about you and NYC.

Published in: on August 10, 2021 at 6:06 pm  Comments (8)  

Nine Snaps and Then Three More

The first 8–all recent–photos were thrown up in random order by forces ruling technology. I thought of protesting, of diligently rearranging them according to some structure of chronology or location then decided that was just the voice of my New England schooling and it’s incessant demand for order. The last three though, I made sure to arrange so as to support my little bit of narration. Richie and I were both 23 in 1965 when I, mourning the death of my dad, dropped out of grad school and moved to New York to become a starving poet. Richie owned half a bar, a joint called The Annex on Avenue B between 10th and 11th, which was annexed to nothing beyond the whole incredible ethos of the East Village as it emerged from the Lower East Side.

When I checked “The Annex” in my blog look up, it produced four more entries:

Whatever, here’s some brief respite from concerns of pandemic, race, religious, political and gender hatreds.




Outside MoMA


Under 103rd and Broadway


Amsterdam & 79th


Viewing the Alice Neel show at the Met Museum


Broadway at 125th


125th west of Broadway


125th west of Broadway


The Highline crossing 10th Avenue around 30th Street


Grafitto on the A train platform under 8th & 34th subway

*   *   *

And now the “Three More.” Think of these as a short story and, having done so, feel free to create your own plot. Should you actually do so, please continue feeling free and submit your creation as a comment. Rest assured it will be printed.

RSG, who in 1965 lived across East 11th Street, remarkably near Avenue B, from the Free Public Baths of the City of New York.

The very baths referenced in the caption above.


Richie V, the man who in 1965 gave the man who lived across from those

Baths his very first job in New York City and who now lives in the

self-same building occupied in 1965 by  the (I love this word!) self-same RSG.

In the Neighborhood!

Verdi Square-ish

Claude Monet said these things and Christie’s used them to narrate a video of his Waterloo Bridge paintings.

“A landscape does not exist since it’s appearance changes at every moment.”

“What I want to reproduce is what lies between the motif and me.”

“It is only the surrounding atmosphere that gives subjects their true value.”

“I want to grasp the intangible.”

“All I did was to look at what the universe showed me, to let my brush bear witness to it.”

What Monet saw depended on the place at which he stood and the moment at which he stood there: the angle, the light, the amount and quality and quantity of mist and smoke in the air between him and the bridge. What was intangible was the consciousness he brought to that place in that moment: his mood and intelligence and values and concerns, the totality of his unique and continually evolving self. So too is it with the photographer. Knowingly or not, fully aware or magnificently ignorant, spontaneous or studied, the photographer seeks to use his skill with the camera in harmony with his post-processing abilities to show to others not what was there but what he’d been shown as he saw it.

Amsterdam & W. 76

W. 72nd Street

76 and Amsterdam: light rain

Imagine in Central Park

West 67th

West 67th

Amsterdam Avenue

Messenger texting behind the Beacon

Amsterdam Avenue

Amsterdam Avenue

Amsterdam Avenue

Amsterdam Avenue

175 hallway

Central Park from Oak Bridge

CPW & 77th

Published in: on March 20, 2021 at 4:29 pm  Comments (13)  

Coney Island in times of Pandemic

Growing up in Hartford, Connecticut, Coney Island existed only in my mind and, somehow, in my heart. I had yet to see Island-born Harold Feinstein’s photos made in the 1950’s ( or Reginald Marsh’s paintings from the ’30’s or Nathan Kensinger’s yet-to-be-made 2009 snaps from under the Boardwalk ( Most likely it came as a fourteen year old’s extrapolation of a world he’d create each Saturday morning sitting in front of the Philco console listening to Alan Freed’s Top 50 hits of the week over WINS. In the mid ’60’s when I finally got to Nathan’s Famous, The Boardwalk, Steeplechase Park and the whole world under the Boardwalk–so much more than The Drifters sang about–Coney was far from it’s storybook past.

Now, January 21st, 2021, with the temperature in the 30’s and the continued raging of COVID-19 everywhere, with no carousel or tinny AM radios to add to the soundtrack of the waves and the wind, no chatter in any language, no lifeguard shouting instructions, a whole new world arose. For my Red Hook buddies, David and Denise, it wasn’t what it was. For me it was just this. 

Let’s start at–voo-den?–Nathan’s:

…and The Boardwalk…




…and then to the beach…


…and the sun hides…

…and, yeah, me…

Published in: on January 23, 2021 at 4:51 pm  Comments (10)  

Central Park in Snow: a Gift!

Certainly a gift for me and good ol’ iPhone 6 walking around Central Park for a couple of hours  yesterday after the snow. Not a lot of snow, maybe 10 inches or so, but enough to on bring the beauty of winter. These snaps are one result, and they’re my gift to you.

Looking down onto Bethesda Fountain minus the usual crowds but nonetheless a source of delight for those who positioned themselves so perfectly for my snap.

The remarkable tree at the top of Naturalists Gate at Central Park West and 77th Street.

Four elves cleverly disguised as…what? I’m still not sure, but they are cute.

Back to Bethesda Fountain, this time it’s my shadow selfie moment.

The Pond with Bow Bridge in the background. Yes, I’ve several thousand more snaps of this bridge.

Same pond as above.

  And, yes, the same pond.

President Lincoln outside the New-York Historical Society.

And sometimes just looking down is reason enough to look down.

Published in: on December 18, 2020 at 5:33 pm  Comments (15)  

Enable AMP!

WordPress has changed my world by changing the editing software I’ve been using since 2006. On top of that they’ve informed me that I’m about to use up my 3 gigs of free space and suggest I start paying them to continue being able to post Welcome! I’m trying hard to not believe that all this is not tied into COVID-19 or the right to carry an AK-47 into Dunkin’ Donuts or even the election of a Democrat President or the UCONN Women’s basketball schedule. Whatever and beliefs notwithstanding, I’ve figured out how to create and post using the new format and have applied for Federal funding to meet the $4 per month debt I’m about to incur. Let this be my close-to-last insight of 2020: It all works outpretty much.

As for “Enable AMP,” I’ve no idea what AMP is, but I am now in position to engage or disable it as I choose.

And now the pictures!

#2 train socially isolated

Amsterdam Avenue in the rain


Henri’s rooftop on West 86th Street

Chelsea Piers

The Met empty enough to see the artwork


Smoke break on E. 43rd near UN

Central Park pond

Amsterdam & 76th

Ghost in the subway

Living room shelf

The Highline


                                            Mr. Plow & Mr. Sun




From the Highline

And an afterthought: Some one of you who‘re reading this actually know what AMP stands for. Please use the “comments” section to tell me. Obviously it doesn’t enable me to get the desired spacing between the last snap and it’s caption.

Those of you who don’t know what it stands for, here’s your chance to get funny.

Published in: on December 6, 2020 at 3:38 pm  Comments (11)  

Central Park in the Time of COVID-19

“Autumn in New York, why does it seem so inviting…” Songwriter Vernon Duke wrote these words in 1934. The full lyrics go like this:

Autumn in New York, why does it seem so inviting?
Autumn in New York, it spells the thrill of first-nighting
Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds in canyons of steel
They’re making me feel I’m home

It’s autumn in New York that brings the promise of new love
Autumn in New York is often mingled with pain
Dreamers with empty hands may sigh for exotic lands
It’s autumn in New York
It’s good to live it again

Autumn in New York, the gleaming rooftops at sundown
Autumn in New York, it lifts you up when you’re let down
Jaded roués and gay divorces who lunch at the Ritz
Will tell you that it’s divine

It’s autumn in New York transforms the slums into Mayfair
Autumn in New York, you’ll need no castle in Spain
Lovers that bless the dark
On benches in Central Park
Greet autumn in New York
It’s good to live it again

The first thing to note after that first line: the rest of the song has nothing whatsoever to do with the Central Park snaps below. Not to deny the thrill of first-nighting or the glittering crowds and certainly not negating the jaded roués and gay divorcées who lunch at the Ritz–far be it from me to do such a thing. No, a significant part of the wonder of New York is the ease  with which it accommodates all our worlds.

For me the glory of New York and autumn centers on Central Park: the leaves and the paths through them, the Pond and the Meer and the reflections filling them. To live in the city that attracts 60,000,000 visitors annually is a gift and  blessing. Despite the pandemic’s restrictions on travel I am already here. I am free to roam this this city and this park by foot or bicycle to my heart’s content.

Truly a state of grace and cause for continual thanks.











Harlem Meer

Published in: on October 30, 2020 at 4:47 pm  Comments (18)  


Kitchen door

The truth of it is I’ve been out of the apartment just about every day since the COVID-19 quarantine began. Not in a reckless, defiant, “I’ll show the bastids who’s the boss of me” way, but out nonetheless. Along with my walks and bike rides, there’s also been significant time spent at home, and yes, often with camera in hand. Look afresh, look with new eyes we teach in our meditation class. See the familiar for the first time. The photos below are the result of just that attitude.




Kitchen sunlight


Living room in late daylight


Chair and floor




Knitting needle, the very one I dropped into our elevator shaft, recovered a month later by building staff with a fine eye and memory.


Cazadores, carrying with it memories of beloveds


Buddhists on the radiator


More late day sunight


My living room

Published in: on August 22, 2020 at 4:29 pm  Comments (13)  

I don’t know…


Thru the good graces of iTunes my phone and computer have developed a relationship which no longer includes me. When I turn them on, connect them and request certain CD’s be transferred from my library to the phone they just laugh and transfer whatever the hell they want to transfer. Whole albums, partial albums, single tunes-whatever-just not what I might have wanted to hear. Small stuff, I suppose.  After all I’m still getting tunes to bud into my ears while I bike a lap around a Central Park pretty much devoid of tourists and instead filled with unemployed homies. I am escaping the overwhelm of

  • those “good people on both sides” who consistently and vehemently insist on their right to endanger the health and lives of others by not wearing face masks
  • the racism–institutional and cultural and personal–that is vibrantly alive and all too often a matter of life and death
  • Covid-19.

The above is me letting off some anger–my cover-up for fear and sadness and frustration–before showing you some new snaps. The pandemic has led me to places I’d pretty much avoided in the past, in this case the stairwells leading from my 8th floor apartment to our building’s lobby. Rather than take the elevator I’ve been walking those hundred-something steps up and down each morning to fetch the Daily News and the previous day’s collection of catalogs and money requests that fill the mailbox. Of course I carry the camera with me. Here are a few of my current favs.













This last image, with it’s writing, was posted on Facebook in June. It is a message of hope.


Be well. Stay safe. Register and vote. Encourage others to do the same.

Published in: on July 17, 2020 at 1:42 pm  Comments (7)  

The time is now!


This photo shows  peeling paint in the back staircase of a perfectly respectable middle class building. Is it a metaphor for the ugly, murderous racism that underlies the American dream we so want to be real? Does it expose as does the video of an American police officer keeping his knee on the neck of an American Black Man until that man was dead exposes what we’ve been denying since the end of slavery? If so, then let it be an inspiration to all to find a way to join in the struggle to bring freedom and justice to all.

Published in: on June 1, 2020 at 8:10 pm  Comments (1)  

The Second Batch of Haigas

Four years ago I posted my first collection of haiga, introducing it with this definition from

Haiga is a Japanese concept for simple pictures combined with poetry, usually meaning haiku…It can be watercolor paintings, photographs or collages with a poem of any genre that is integrated into the composition. Sometimes the poem is handwritten or it can be computer generated, depending on the artist’s taste.

Haiga is a combination of visual image and poetry, each to enrich the other and lead the readers/viewers beyond what is presented toward what their own life experience suggests. The goal here, overwhelmingly, is to make  those readers/viewers co-creators in a fusion of photo, poem and mind in what is ultimately theirs alone. Knowing that you have a responsibility to complete the creations I’ve begun, I offer my newest haiga.

The images were made while I was quarantined with family in an area of Ulster County New York called Lost Quarry.

Living on a dirt road surrounded by trees, only one other house visible and then only when trees were winter/early spring bare.

Concerns generated by this extraordinary time and place combined with whatever else of my own 78 years might show itself for my part in our co-creation. The rest is up to you.










Published in: on May 20, 2020 at 2:08 pm  Comments (14)  

Canal Street: Night

During the day Canal Street just might be the most populous and energetic street in Manhattan, rivaling or even surpassing Times Square with it’s rush of locals, souvenir sellers, hustlers and knock-off hunting teens and tourists  from all over this world.

Intertwined odors of old and fresh fast food
   of dumplings and garlic
Old women chat
   pick through fresh fish and produce
     common in China
Men from Canton and Taiwan
   from Sierra Leone and Pakistan and Peru
   from Brooklyn and The Bronx
   spread their goods on folding tables or simply
     on blankets on the sidewalk
Younger women–not young
   wave laminated pictures of handbags
   and watches (“Gucci! Gucci! Rolex! Gucci!
   and perfumes (“Dior, new Dior! White shoulders!
They speak in urgent hushed tones
   point to unmarked doors
   make you feel special.
At night it’s different: dark, quiet, all but abandoned
   like rain threatens or has just passed
           Canal Street is yours
           Last Tuesday it was mine.


Here are some souvenirs from that Tuesday night.

Canal Street at Lafayette


Canal Street


Canal Street at Baxter thru a bakery window


Canal Street


Canal Street stairway to Heaven

Canal Street

Canal Street


Canal Street


Liusal fashion pop-up Canal Street


Canal Street

Published in: on February 13, 2020 at 3:46 pm  Comments (14)  

Some Spanish Harlem with Dave

So I say to my good buddy Dave (who most people call David), I say, “Dave, howzabout you and me, we go to El Museo del Barrio?” Dave, he’s the one on the left, Dave says, “I wanna walk around Spanish Harlem.” I say, “OK.” He says, “OK.”

Long story shortened, I show up early and wait across the street from El Museo in the Conservatory Garden, Central Park. While I wait, I snap this:


Dave shows. We check out the museum then hit the streets: Lexington thru First Avenues, 104th thru 118th Streets. Here’s what I snapped:


In a schoolyard around Park Avenue and 105th

Lex around 109

Lex and 104th not so much the way it looks much as the way it was meant to be seen.

Madison Avenue around 105th

Park Avenue and 106th

Park and 106th under the Metro North tracks

2nd Avenue and 102 where black & white still rates


 So here’s my question to you: What are the hot streets in your part of the world? I’m always open to suggestions for where to take my camera for a walk. Use the “Comments” option below to give me some direction.

Published in: on February 5, 2020 at 7:27 pm  Comments (16)  

Ten times thru glass

Back in  the city, looking thru glass. I don’t think that means anything…really.


St. Agnes Library


Admiring armor


Manhattan sunset from GWB


Coco-Mat Store, B’way & 78th


The Algonquin


East River & Koch Bridge


Columbus Avenue low 80’s


Brooklyn train


The Met


Hartford CT


Published in: on January 6, 2020 at 11:42 pm  Comments (10)  

An All-too-short Week in the Ozarks

The story of my recent trip to the Ozarks begins in 1950. The Korean war had brought a wealth of rural French Canadians both from the Maritimes and Maine down to my home town, Hartford Connecticut, to find work at Pratt and Whitney Aircraft supplying engines to our war effort. Along with them came their music. In what seemed to an eight year old boy no time at all, Hartford had country music! Call it old-timey or hillbilly or even bluegrass, there it was not only on the radio but on the shelves of Park Street’s Belmont Record Shop located appropriately enough in that section of Hartford known–and still known–affectionately as Frog Hollow. Maybe it was the storytelling, maybe it was the energy, maybe it was the voice-oriented range that my voice felt it could handle. One way or another, me, the eight year old in question, I was hooked immediately.

–Skip ahead sixty-nine years–

Drawn by the promise of live mountain music in actual mountains and with the guidance of Road Scholar, a touring company dedicated to taking us older folks out of our comfort zones to discover more of the world before leaving it, I spent about six days in and around the Ozark Folk Center State Park in north central Mountain View Arkansas. To cut to the chase: It was fantastic! We stayed in thoroughly modern cabins (floors, electricity, indoor plumbing, cable TV) in a forest setting which incorporated a traditional craft village of blacksmiths, potters,  leather crafters, doll makers, stained glass artists and jewelers. We walked through forests, rafted a peaceful, cliff-enclosed river, ate what the folks eat and, at seemingly every turn, heard music: bluegrass music, old timey music, folk music. A world of acoustic strings where everyone was participant. The folks we met were unfailingly welcoming and happy to be in conversation with us from off (the mountain.) I was eager to learn more about their world, and they showed it, lived it more than explaining it. As for me, an undoubtedly liberal Buddhist Jew from New York City, I’d never felt more comfortable among strangers than I did in this  all-white world of fundamentalist Protestants.

Here are some snaps from the trip. Not an attempt to document the experience, but rather a collection of revelations.


White River Arkansas coming out of the morning fog


White River Arkansas


White River near Chessman Ferry Arkansas


Museum at Calico Rock Arkansas


Calico Rock Museum, Arkansas


Abandoned Old Town, Calico Rock Arkansas


Blacksmith, Craft Village at Ozark Folk Center, Mountain View Arkansas


Potter, Craft Village at Ozark Folk Center, Mountain View Arkansas


Pre-historic rock at the Craft Village, Ozark Folk Center, Mountain View Arkansas


Broom making, Craft Village at Ozark Folk Center, Mountain View Arkansas


Made in Mountain View Arkansas


Mary Parker Group, Ozark Folk Center, Mountain View Arkansas


Ozark Highlands Radio Square Dancers live performance, Mountain View Arkansas


Blanchard Springs Caverns, Ozark-St. Francis National Forests, Arkansas



Published each Wednesday in Mountain View  Arkansas

Homer of Pet Partners, Little Rock Airport. Homer, with his handler to be sure, patrolled the departures areas of the airport to ease anxieties and entertain children waiting to board.

Published in: on October 30, 2019 at 6:28 pm  Comments (4)  

Things are looking down!

“Waddaya take pictures of,” she asks me.

“I dunno. Whatever.”

I used to hate that word, “whatever.” It seemed like a cop-out. (Do people still say cop-out? If you’re under a certain age is it a mystery? If you’re over another age is it an increasingly faded memory? Maybe from the time cop was a deprecating noun rather than an edgy  verb.)

Back to whatever: the older I get, the more it applies, but in a wonderfully perverse way. Let’s face it, I live in the most phenomenal city on the planet. I live two blocks from each of two fantastic parks. It’s a mile and a half walk to (big drum roll here) Times Square! When everything is extraordinary, it all becomes oddly equal. The perverse part is that this even applies to the parts that don’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell of ever being equal to anything. That’s why what I’m gonna show you now is about looking D O W N. The street, the sidewalk, whoever might be sitting in front of me when I’m standing on the train and not wishing I had a seat–which, BTW, doesn’t happen very often. Everywhere I look at this point in my life there’s something to see worth seeing.

And I know I can’t be alone in this.

What about you? What do you see? Keep in mind I’m not talking about the shit that makes you feel angry or sad or superior. Anybody can carry on about that crap. I want to know what delights you, what makes you smile when you hadn’t planned on smiling.

Here’s what works for me:


#2 train: getting off, staying on


Subway: something to stand back from


175 W. 76: just what it says


NYC, imagine, they told my grandparents, the streets are paved with gold.


Cafe Figaro: all that’s left of a great venue


E. 4th Street: at rush hour sometimes the shadows move faster than the traffic


Subway: meditation without music


Fuller Building lobby


My block! I live here!


Russian Tea Room






And finally, looking down on he who looks down.
















Published in: on September 18, 2019 at 3:39 pm  Comments (2)  

Found Around


Found Around is my newest collection of photographs. It’s one more testimony to my love of New York City and the technology which enables me to convert what the camera records to what it is l see when walking our streets. Ultimately it’s a celebration of being here. Please visit the Blurb website where it may be seen in it’s entirety.

Here’s the link:

Of course I’d appreciate  your sharing this with those who might find it interesting.



Published in: on August 3, 2019 at 10:59 am  Comments (3)  

Each One Different!

When I was a kid it was a point of national pride that we were each one different yet all Americans. Sure, we didn’t practice that belief the way it’s now understood, but it was constantly preached and  reaffirmed as correct, as the ultimately right stuff.  In the course of my lifetime this purportedly universal and fundamental belief has been the cause of a constant intra-us struggle to either make or keep equality from becoming not just the law but also the reality of this land. Thus the moment was just that powerful, watching fireworks from the stands of the The Richmond County Bank Ballpark, home of the Staten Island Yankees, surrounded by the great variety of folks who make up lower middle class New York City. Ooh-ing and aah-ing in unconscious unison, we were for that moment one despite our differences.















As the last explosion echoed off into New York Harbor and the harmony of the moment passed in favor of the home-bound rush, my mind settled on other moments, those before and those to come in our period of conflict renewed.  In 1863 Abraham Lincoln spoke:


“Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, on this continent,

a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that

all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war,

testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived, and so dedicated,

can long endure…

…It is for us the living…to be dedicated here to the unfinished work

which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us

to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—

that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause

for which they here gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve

that these dead shall not have died in vain—

that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom,

and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”



Whatever your cause this coming Independence Day, let it be in harmony with your values and not your fears.

Published in: on June 30, 2019 at 12:46 pm  Comments (8)  

Spring Rain

At night, happiness;

In the daytime, quietness–

Spring rain.



Amsterdam & 79th


Amsterdam & 76th


Columbus & 73rd


Metropolitan Museum in the rain


Metropolitan Museum in the rain


Central Park: near the Great Lawn in the rain


Central Park: the Shakespeare Garden in the rain


Central Park: Oak Bridge in the rain


Central Park: Bow Bridge in the rain


Sky above Midtown from the Sheepmeadow


Spring rain:

Everything just grows

More beautiful.


Published in: on May 18, 2019 at 10:11 pm  Comments (4)  

By Popular Demand: 2018 Favorites book in a new format

Here it is!                                        

New Size!                            

New Soft Cover!

                      New low(er) Price!

                                    Same Paper!

                                                     Same Photos!



And here’s where to see it in its entirety and (ta da!)

actually buy a copy:



                                                                           Of course he larger sized hard cover version is still available.






Published in: on March 28, 2019 at 12:57 pm  Comments (2)  

What’s this stuff about anyway?

Each of these images began with what the camera saw and ended up with what I’d seen.

Lady Gaga at the Grammys

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Far West 13th Street, Meatpacking District, NYC

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Afternoon at The Cottage

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6th Av & W 44th

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Terrence Cardinal Cooke Health Center across Harlem Meer

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79th & Broadway rain

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79th & Broadway rain

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79th & Broadway rain

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526 W. 26th Street

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W. 26th Street

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Published in: on March 25, 2019 at 9:54 pm  Comments (8)  

Seven Snaps!

Themes of light, of color, of cacophony, of harmony. Always love of my city. Be well.


                                         42nd and 8th


Weill Cornell Medical


Columbus and 76th after a rain


 Mark DiSuvero statue at 10th and 25th


14th Street after a rain


Times Square


                                                   Times Square



Published in: on February 5, 2019 at 8:22 pm  Comments (8)  

Caught Playing!

Yes, I have been blessed to have traveled a good bit. Yes, I’ve photographed some wonderful people and sights and even moments in Asia, North Africa and Western Europe. Yet, for all that I’ve seen, the folks met, the monuments both natural and human built, the art and architecture and all those inducements to say “Wow!”, New York City remains my #1. New York City is my ultimate provocateur, the stimulus more than any other to my appreciation and delight and participation in living. Below is the most recent testimony to this love affair with Gotham. With the exception of Grandson Benny photographed in Connecticut this Christmas morning all the other snaps are of just the plain old stuff available for viewing in everyday Manhattan. The first three were made within minutes and feet of each other. In each case I’ve used post-processing apps to bring to the image that which drew me to make the photo in the first place. The delicacy and strength of an urban tree in the Lower East Side, the collage of reality and reflection found in a pizzeria window, the mind-created drama behind a wine bottle repurposed for water. Shapes, colors, relationships, movement within stillness: for me–somehow–all expressions of love.


2nd Av. & Houston Street


2nd Av. & Houston: street art artists


Mystery pipes at 2nd Av. F subway stop transposed by a screenshot




Freddie & Peppers pizzeria with reflections


Amsterdam Avenue construction site


Scaffolding behind the Beacon Theater


#3 train


Brookfield Place after a rain


Alien space ships from New Jersey invade West Harlem


W. 72nd between Broadway & West End Avenue


Metropolitan Museum of Art


Thai restaurant water bottle



Published in: on December 27, 2018 at 6:43 pm  Comments (15)  

Cousin Ben and a Dozen New City Snaps

Like no other human being I’ve ever met, Cousin Ben Beaton combines the solid with the impish. After years of living in Taipei he now lives in Tel Aviv. Language learning presents no problem to Ben, nor does mastering the intricacies of a culture–all with a twinkle in the eye revealing the everpresent sense of humor that makes him so dear to me. Recently we met at my favorite lunch joint here in NYC. Regardless of how he might have looked to the rest of the world, here’s the Ben I saw:

Ben Beaton…and, yes, his mother loves this snap!

Now for some recent photos made with the iPhone 6, its post-production app, Snapseed and, finally, Picasa on the laptop.

Church of the Latter Day Saints NYC–rain


Croatian Church 41st off 9th Av NYC


Hudson Yards


Amsterdam Avenue Brunch


Ghost of Christmas Future–building a Christmas tree stand


Central Park South thru the rain-covered bus window


St. Patrick’s in the rain thru the same bus window


Central Park


Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree yet again thru the same rain-covered bus window


Museum of Jewish Heritage reflections


NYC imagine…


Battery Park City


And a joyous Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanzaa, Diwali and, of course, New Year 2019!


Istravshan Tajikistan






Published in: on December 7, 2018 at 12:02 pm  Comments (14)  

Playing with my new toys!

Originally I was gonna hit ya with some Autumn leafery, solid and pretty pictures sure to get me some compliments. Even my old ego gets off on occasional reinforcement. Then I decided, no, too easy. Maybe some portraits, but that idea went on hold until I got permissions to use the recognizable faces of the friends I’d planned to show.

So, what to show? What was left? What was left–and probably what I wanted to post originally but was concerned with the reception they might get is an assortment of photos heavily reworked in post production. What I’ve posted on Welcome! thus far–201 blogposts counting this one–have far more often than not featured snaps treated with some post production work. Until very recently I’d relied on Picasa, a now-discontinued Google product that did all that I could ask. Well, as I got deeper into photography I learned to ask for more. Through the evil graces of my good buddy out west, Jason he is aptly named, I started using the Snapseed app, then added PS Express and Photoshop Fix. These tools free me to employ the original photo much as an oil painter might use a watercolor sketch, that is as the basis for a final rendition which best reveals what drew him (me) to the real-life content beyond what the camera records. It’s not that the camera lies, rather that it only gets some of the truth.


Secaucus NJ train station


The Ansonia NYC


Outside the Walter Reade Theater


Outside the Walter Reade Theater


Skulls above Astor Place


Outside Fairway


175 W. 76


Hudson River from W. 70’s


RSG’s bedroom window


Published in: on November 9, 2018 at 10:48 pm  Comments (17)