Thursday, March 31, 2016
Amicus Usque Ad Aras / This side and the other
The passing of a friend is like the song singing in one's mind , it continues to play long after the music stops. Until we play again my friend , God's speed.
Rita Foley , 3-20-1953 ... 3-30-2016
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKzzv5iim-k&feature=youtu.be
Saturday, March 26, 2016
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Street Travel
As any New Yorker knows , if you can get through the twilight , you'll live through the night.
Dorothy Parker
Saturday, March 19, 2016
Reflections of NYC
The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be , in a sense , Kidding.
John Updike
Monday, March 7, 2016
Another Day , Another Challenge
Good friends, good books ,and a sleepy conscience : this is the ideal life.
Mark Twain
Nothing new , Mostly digital , a couple of film shots.
Saturday, March 5, 2016
Friday, March 4, 2016
Time for upgrades
You are never to old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.
C.S. Lewis
after almost 8 years of using my Nikon D700 its time to retire her from the front-lines and upgrade to something new. The first thing I did was order a bunch of batteries and a charger for the D700 since it is anyone's guess how long these will still be available , plus you just couldn't beat the prices.
now it's just a matter of what to replace her with. the research continues.
C.S. Lewis
after almost 8 years of using my Nikon D700 its time to retire her from the front-lines and upgrade to something new. The first thing I did was order a bunch of batteries and a charger for the D700 since it is anyone's guess how long these will still be available , plus you just couldn't beat the prices.
now it's just a matter of what to replace her with. the research continues.
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Drops , Above and Below
The ocean stirs the heart , inspires the imagination and brings eternal joy to the soul.
Robert Wyland
Thursday, February 4, 2016
Pops: Satchmo The Great
" What we play is life. "
Louie Armstrong
music is such a large part of my life , whether I'm playing horribly or listening I can't think of a time when it wasn't the center of my universe.
growing up I can remember my friends and I waiting for the next new Beatles release , sitting in the music booth making sure there was no skips in the 45 before I brought it. Side A and B.
there is something magical walking the streets and a song coming from some store front , passing car or an apartment window playing a forgotten song from years younger.
there are artist that will always be at the top of my collection even if I never listen to them anymore , such as the Beatles , because they are so embedded within my mind I don't have too. Neil Young who carried me through my teens years and beyond but at this point I find just to depressing to spin anymore.
of course there is Van Morrison whom I still can't stop listening to. there are always at least 3-4 cds of his in the player of my car. the other slots are used to shift artist in and out.and of course there is always Roy Buchanan when I need a change of pace.
all timeless. but there is one artist , Louie Armstrong , that I could listen too forever. the voice of God. from children to the eldest statesmen there is comfort listening to songs like:
What a wonderful Life
Dream a little dream of me
Our love is here to stay
Mack the Knife
Moon River
They don't have an age , they are just classic and will live on forever. sitting on a beach , watching the stars and listening to old Pops , life doesn't get any better.
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