In response to the Post Weekly photo challenge: Optimistic
Since a snow storm is supposed to happen tonight, I have snow on the brain. These are photos of people showing optimism during a snow storm.
In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: ALpHabeT
(Above sign appeared in Midland Beach day after Hurricane Sandy in 2012.)
MuRal at Bay Terrace and Port Richmond Avenue
In response to the Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Weightless
The first thing that came to my mind on this subject, and of something that I might have a photo of, was clouds. Especially clouds at sunrise. When it’s a new day and the weight of the world has not yet hit us.
These photos I took on Raritan Bay in Staten Island, NY, where I used to take my dog for walks early in the morning and watch the sun come up.
The Circling Paths of Central Park, NYC
Since I live alone–but, I have a cat, who claws up my furniture–in a building for seniors only, in Staten Island, yet, my life may not be too adventurous. Like many things I say off the top of my head, that’s not true at all. My life now is more adventurous as it’s ever been. I’m doing more art now than ever before, and making art is the greatest adventure of all. Also living in Staten Island, I’m less than an hour’s bus ride from Manhattan, The Big Apple, the greatest city on earth, which I still find as exciting as when I first moved to New York, 31 years ago. I feel as though I have Manhattan at my feet without having to pay the high prices. Staten Island is so much less expensive than Manhattan it’s ridiculous, but a person can still partake of all that Manhattan has to offer.
New York City is so gigantic that I’m still exploring it and finding new places all the time. I seem to go through different periods, switching from an absorption in nature and the rural part of New York, where there are deer and the like, and the opposite, taking in the big city. NOW, my fascination is with the urban side of New York City, and especially the art world. My first attraction to NYC came when a teenager in Los Angeles, when on my lunch hour, I would go to my highschool library and read about the New York Art Scene in the New York Times.