PICTURES of OTHER things: January 2006

Perhaps my 'most favorite' abstracted street scene ever. Every element of a modernist painting is here - cube, line, rectangle, muted color, broken space and form. Exquisite. Taken on 1/28/06

The Ambrose Light Ship, famous Manhattan maritime relic.

Inside an old, abandoned gun and ammunition store along Fulton Street. All that's left is a historical marker and a small empty space. This was, of couse, once water and shoreline, filled in by 18th century landfill along the expanding wharf.

Frenchtown, NJ. Curious place of many entrances,
as many stories, and just as much of the wonderful past.

'Once I lived on the rim of the river.'

Wavering like water on the water's very edge - an old storage shed slowly breaks down against the panel-facing of the Delaware River, separating NJ and Pennsylvania.

In some other time, I may have lived here once, as prosperous as a landowner on the barreling abyss of time's moving pit.

Abstract reflections in a reflected world - 'we are all of what we speak, and so much more than that too'. Passing light on some pane of cosmic glass, installed by.......?

One million things of true import,
each together as a moment in time.

Time, time time. 'What's become of me?'

More Remains of the Day - This old horse stable once housed wagons and teams - a delicate and more austere time to be sure. Its grace is still in place; aging painted wood, the grand cupola, the decorative woodwork. All but ignored by a world around it gone strange.

A TOUR THROUGH THE MINISCULES OF TIME:
1. A Memorial to the Titanic. The once-regularly-rung
bell within is now silent.

Ah! Enter the dray. Here comes the cart of transport for so much of the late 19th and early 20th century. Before fossil fuel changed everything, and before the ideas of transport themselves were altered by the frequent hands of man and all its pleas for speed and ease, this workhouse-type cart was everywhere on these city streets. Now, a mere curiosity, it sits idle. Forlornly settled in, it merely awaits still another camera.

The graffiti and bad art of a hundred hands adorns the externals of many Soho buildings - in spite of the faux-stylish adornments of so many of its slavish denizens. As 'De Gustibus' once may have implied - there's NO telling for taste.

The masted Peking - sitting like a rocking chair in NY's East River harbor; its pliant creaks and the squeals of rope and hemp overshadowed only by the inane patter of Seaport visitors.

The vision of ice, the love of time and matter and money, the very fabric of an earnest existance - cannot be wasted on the moment.

'Won't ya' understand the very crookedness of this world, where a land-bought system of dread and trade buys us time if nothin' more, and at least allows us to go on our own stupid way'.

TWO shots of the Brooklyn Bridge. Once built for utility and growth, now part of EVERY mention of grace, beauty, lightness and architecture. The scene is entirely of itself - singular, solitary and (need we say) spectacular in its way.

General shot of the famed 'Brooklyn' Bridge.
Time will get you nowhere, distance and
beauty making up their own, legendary,
magic. A touch of 'the Roebling lingers.

Ah, the famed open-eyed treatment of useless in-your-face advertising - able to disrupt and mar with stupidities any sight one may see. Too no avail, of course, except a filthy, false lucre.

A distance shot of NYC's City Hall.
Not too far from the Nathan Hale
hanging tree either.

In the bookstore at the Quad, I did find this old typewriter scene - lonesome looking, solitary and abandoned within a set-up of perfect writerly isolation. 'If these keys could talk' I thought to myself, and then I realized - momentarily - that they COULD, and that I was to be their voice...

I want to tell you about a great spot - a bay window
which looks out over a dream, and a row of buildings
which really does answer back to it...

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