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 Perhaps home is not a place but an irrevocable condition.

James Balwin

The Music Plays On

2016 was just a brutal year for the loss of gifted musicians.this year's Christmas stocking stuffers  is a list of just a few of the artist no longer with us.

                      



David Bowie                           The rise and fall of Ziggy Stardust and the spiders from Mars.

Glenn Frey                              Jefferson Starship: Red Octopus 

Maurice White                         Earth Wind and Fire : Greatest Hits

George Martin                         Producer

Keith Emerson                        Emerson Lake and Palmer :Trilogy

Prince                                      Purple Rain

Merle Haggard                        40 # 1 Hits

James Woolley                        NIN : The Downward Spiral

Bobby Vee                               Adobe Sessions

Leonard Cohen                       You want it Darker

Leon Russell                           Will O' The Wisp

Adjusting too the Winter Approach

Mystical Magical Central Park

I may be a lifelong " downtowner " but Central Park really is the most beautiful part of New York City.

Moby



Central Park is one of my favorite places on the planet . there is always something to do , even if you don't want to do anything. the actors and the stage changes everyday.

Friends in the City

It is the one blessing with old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them,

Ralph Waldo Emerson


          A stroll in the park with Holli , Jeanna and Lee.

Boreas ADK

Me vs the Camera

What the camera sees and records is totally different than what I see , as such I have to compensate out in the field and again when I get home to come as close to what was before me within my own mind. 

case in point , this photo below , which I took in the middle of nowhere the other day in the ADK was not going to be what I wanted . It was a beautiful location and wanted a keepsake , so I experimented in the field for a while getting as close to how I seen it until I could get home to put the finishing touches on it. 

This is almost perfect as to what I was trying to capture.

A Season for Comfort

I rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself , than be crowded on a velvet cushion.

Henry David Thoreau

Stars of the Soul

Though my soul may set in darkness , it will rise in perfect light;I have love the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

Sarah Williams

Rte 86

Peace , Calm and Warmth.

Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn.

Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Let it Fly

To invent  , you need a good imagination and a pile of junk.

Edison

Seeing

What is art but a way of seeing ? 

Thomas Berger

Back Out

Well I think this is the last one from my little trip to the ADK .so it's time get back out . maybe head over to the Berkshires next.

Midnight Glass

I'm most at peace when walking in the rain and and thinking in reflections.

Nature's Colors

Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.

William Waldo Emerson

Midnight Walk in the Woods.

I often think the night is more alive and more richly colored then the day. 

Vincent Van Gogh



I would have to agree , there is something special of how one's imagination will run wild when you are out alone in the middle of night , with no outside interference from the daily grind to impede the thought process.  

A Cloud a Day

For me , clouds are like dreams,touching on every possible emotion. 

Tupper Lake Base Camp 2016 : Page 2

Great things are done when men and mountains meet.

William Blake

Base Camp 2016: Tupper Lake

Through the Forest

The clearest way to the universe is through a forest wilderness.

John Muir

Form of Light

Carry your light to every dark corner.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Shadow within the Shadows

Sometimes you grow to love the shadow that follows

Donna Lynn Hope

The Real Missed Opportunities

Everybody wants to save the earth ; but no one wants to help mom do the dishes.

P.J. O'Rourke

In the summer of 67 the parents of the neighborhood community took a large group of the children to Expo 67 , the World’s Fair. Looking back on it now I remember very little of this trip or even who the other kids were that I ran around the fair with.

There is one thing that stands out from this trip that I will never forget. It wasn’t much before this trip that I started smoking, it’s just what the kids did in the neighborhood back then and anyone, including children could walk into any store and buy cigarettes. I remember in grade school the corner stores by school would break opens packs of cigarettes and sell those 2 for a nickel to the kids walking back and forth from school.  With a pack of smokes costing about 23 cents one can see these stores made a very nice profit from the smoking habit of children.  

Anyways , expo 67 was on a few islands and bouncing from one to the other with my friends I remember running into my mom and she caught me smoking. What are the odds?  She was upset and told me I’d be walking around with her the rest of the day. I was miserable , just hated it. After a few hours she told me to go back to my friends and not to smoke anymore ,probably had enough of me for one day. The feeling of relief at that moment is the last thing I actually remember from the whole trip.

My mom was a homebody and while she had friends she always stayed close and her life was the family unit, everything else took a back seat. So it never occurred to me , until now , that when my mom caught me she was walking around the fair by herself, even with the large group of people that traveled there together. What I figured was punishment may very well have been my mom just being lonely and wanted someone to be with.

Me, being the rotten inconsiderate selfish prick that I was at that age just didn’t see it. These are the real missed opportunities, the ones that should last a lifetime.

Happy Birthday Mom. Miss and love you.  

From a Distance

The distance between insanity and genius is measured only by success.

Bruce Feirstein


There is this farm next to a friend's house that is just beautiful . It used to be used for horses but today sits idle. I took a country walk over to their home and knocked hoping to get permission to walk around and photograph. No one answered and was told later that no one lives there anymore.

I know plenty of people that have no problem trespassing to get a photo but that just isn't me. I wouldn't want people walking on my property and wouldn't hesitate to let them know if I seen them.

So from a distance I took this photo hoping some day I'll get a chance to really explore.

Ideas

Creativity comes from a conflict of ideas.

Donatello  Versace



Summer has never been my season of choice to photograph.it's too hot , the humidity is heavy and then there is the mosquitoes , black flies and ticks along with all the other pest you encounter. 

so besides continually flipping over my collection of books to keep my creativity fresh and ready for when the end of summer rolls in , I'm also studying my photos of different ideas , mix and matching them looking for possibilities for later when I do get back out and on the road. 

Here are a few I been working on this morning.

                                                                       night and ,

   
                        
                                     day.

Means To An End

You are still adrift while you still think that a means is an end.

Idries Shah  , Reflections

Riot of Colors.

Autumn is the mellower season , what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruit.

Samuel Butler



It sure does seem that this year is racing to the next . we are just around the corner to another autumn. which , for me . means its time to plan my drive across the New England states to watch the natural fireworks of the forest.

It has always been my favorite of the seasons . there is something mystical and mysterious of autumn , like the calm before the storm.


If only it lasted all year round.

A Life Well Spent

I hate the idea of success robbing you of your private life.

Paul McCartney




Boxes of a private life protected by family and friends against the billboards of public view.

But Which Stone ?

I would have written of me on my stone :

I had a lover's quarrel with the world.

Robert Frost