The following expresses my opinion on this matter:
Defend the poor and fatherless; do justice to the afflicted and needy.
Deliver the poor and needy; free them from the hand of the wicked.
They do not know, nor do they understand. They walk about in darkness; all the foundations of the earth are unstable.
(this doesn’t mean only if they are United States citizens, as the Republicans seems to think.)
Let brotherly love continue. Do not be negligent in showing hospitality, for in doing so some entertained angels without knowing it. Keep in mind those who are in prison as if you are in prison with them, and the ill-treated as though you are suffering physically yourselves.
The contrast between land and water.
The following is a photo I took while flying over the Midwest in 2010. On the left is the Chicago area and on the right is Lake Michigan.
“There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life, cats and music.” –Albert Schweitzer
Kitten between window and ledge. Hand-tinted Photo taken in North Beach, San Francisco.
The following are a few photos I took of “The Gates” in Central Park for two weeks in February of 2005. “The Gates” was an installation by Christo and Jeanne-Claude (1935-2009) of 26 miles of orange fabric gates, as you can see in the photos. These were extra, extra-ordinary. attracting thousands and thousands of visitors from all over the world.
At that time, I was working only a few blocks from Central Park, so I used to go over there early in the mornings before work which gave me good morning light to take photos, like the one used in the header. There was also much snow during those two weeks which I think also adds something to the photos.
Photo taken early in the morning with the sun coming up in the East and shinning on the orange gates making them especially vivid.
The Gates around the ice-covered pond in Central Park with the Plaza hotel in the background.
This is my swatch (2″x 2″) of the fabric used in “The Gates.” In Central Park at the commencement of this event, a few young people were handing out swatches, but that stopped after a few days. Then later, near the end of the two-week event, I saw a young man, who looked like he was selling drugs, but I knew what he was carrying. He looked like a drug dealer, just loitering about, looking for buyers. I approached him, and whispered, indiscreetly, “Do you have a swatch?” He looked around and pulled one out of his pocket and gave it to me for free. I got 3 altogether, I think, during the two-week event.
Yours truly in front of one row of gates one evening after work. Whenever I look at this photo I feel as tired as I felt when the photo was taken.
This video from YouTube and the Tate gallery was so charming I had to put it on here. I love the little girl at the end who says that’s pretty good for an old man. That her grandfather couldn’t do that.
When I look at Matisse’s cutouts, I want to get some paper and try the same technique. Which I think I will as soon as I get through with this post.