In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Boundaries.”
This was the closest to “monochromatic” photo that I could find of mine.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Monochromatic.”
Who’s the boss here?
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Beneath Your Feet.”
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.
For this Weekly Photo Challenge: Inside, I thought I would show some photos of inside subway stations [Paris, London and New York] where I found myself one time or another. [header photo: Bleecker Street Station in Greenwich Village, NYC]
I lived in a bungalow in Midland Beach, Staten Island for 15 years. [see my post –“An Afternoon at Midland Beach, Staten Island, USA ] therefore, I was anxious to go look at it and see if my old house were still there. I got there by walking down New Dorp Lane to New Dorp Beach, then walking on the beach to Midland Beach, which is the next beach down from New Dorp. I walked along the beach which was entirely empty of people, except at first I saw one man with a camera like me, but he left. I saw a dead dog on the beach, but I didn’t take a Picture of it. It was awful. The air was clear and the sky was the most beautiful I had ever seen it.
I walked along the beach from New Dorp to Midland Beach without seeing another person. Then I walked up Midland Avenue to Kiswick St, where I used to live, and looked at my old house. It didn’t look injured from the outside, which surprised me because it was very inured and fragile when I was living in it, which was one reason I moved. I then continued walking up Midland Avenue to Hylan Blvd. where on the corner they have a MacDonalds. I was exhausted by this time. I had been walking for over two hours, and my back was starting to hurt. I had breakfast at MacDonald before continuing on my journey to end up at home again.
This is a video I made of photos and footage that I took around Port Richmond, Staten Island, NY, where I live.