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.

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  1. Hi Richard,Great to see these! Yes, it feels like NYC when I see your post. The stairs remind me of a childhood friend’s building.  This Spring, I walked stairs to get my Mom’s mail and also saw no one as I walked. Your work  captures the aloneness that people want and hate during Covid-19.I love the peeling paint imagery, too. The lighting adds to the poignancy.Regards from Western Pennsylvania.All the best,SandySent from my T-Mobile 4G LTE Device

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  2. Richard – You prove that meaning can be found in the ordinary. You prove that the ordinary can speak volumes with photographs. You prove that an artist’s words help reveal the story inherent in a photograph. Bless you.

    Norm

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  3. Annie:
    It is such a treat to see the world through your eyes!! I realize that I miss you guys and will try to call this weekend. Big hug!!

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  4. Scottie: So glad you’re back and out and about doing art.

    I’m still in Ohio! Maybe back in early September.

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  5. Micki M:
    A, cool, quiet day of 71 degrees, no humidity that bothers, no breeze, the clouds/fog have left and all is right with our morning. Keep finding the positive and the beauty will be nearby.

    Thank you for your pics/words/thoughts.

    Y’al enjoy, we will too.

    Love and hugs,
    we 2

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  6. calw:
    Thanks for the photos and words. You inspire some longing for NYC.
    Take care and give best to Bobbie.
    Peace & Blessings!

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  7. Thought of you when I saw these. Hope you are well, and all your family. Don and I are trying to stay quarantined here in Seattle—at least our government is supportive of keeping Covid 19 at bay.
    Goldie S

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