In the Neighborhood!

Verdi Square-ish

Claude Monet said these things and Christie’s used them to narrate a video of his Waterloo Bridge paintings.

“A landscape does not exist since it’s appearance changes at every moment.”

“What I want to reproduce is what lies between the motif and me.”

“It is only the surrounding atmosphere that gives subjects their true value.”

“I want to grasp the intangible.”

“All I did was to look at what the universe showed me, to let my brush bear witness to it.”

What Monet saw depended on the place at which he stood and the moment at which he stood there: the angle, the light, the amount and quality and quantity of mist and smoke in the air between him and the bridge. What was intangible was the consciousness he brought to that place in that moment: his mood and intelligence and values and concerns, the totality of his unique and continually evolving self. So too is it with the photographer. Knowingly or not, fully aware or magnificently ignorant, spontaneous or studied, the photographer seeks to use his skill with the camera in harmony with his post-processing abilities to show to others not what was there but what he’d been shown as he saw it.

Amsterdam & W. 76

W. 72nd Street

76 and Amsterdam: light rain

Imagine in Central Park

West 67th

West 67th

Amsterdam Avenue

Messenger texting behind the Beacon

Amsterdam Avenue

Amsterdam Avenue

Amsterdam Avenue

Amsterdam Avenue

175 hallway

Central Park from Oak Bridge

CPW & 77th

Published in: on March 20, 2021 at 4:29 pm  Comments (11)  

Coney Island in times of Pandemic

Growing up in Hartford, Connecticut, Coney Island existed only in my mind and, somehow, in my heart. I had yet to see Island-born Harold Feinstein’s photos made in the 1950’s ( or Reginald Marsh’s paintings from the ’30’s or Nathan Kensinger’s yet-to-be-made 2009 snaps from under the Boardwalk ( Most likely it came as a fourteen year old’s extrapolation of a world he’d create each Saturday morning sitting in front of the Philco console listening to Alan Freed’s Top 50 hits of the week over WINS. In the mid ’60’s when I finally got to Nathan’s Famous, The Boardwalk, Steeplechase Park and the whole world under the Boardwalk–so much more than The Drifters sang about–Coney was far from it’s storybook past.

Now, January 21st, 2021, with the temperature in the 30’s and the continued raging of COVID-19 everywhere, with no carousel or tinny AM radios to add to the soundtrack of the waves and the wind, no chatter in any language, no lifeguard shouting instructions, a whole new world arose. For my Red Hook buddies, David and Denise, it wasn’t what it was. For me it was just this. 

Let’s start at–voo-den?–Nathan’s:

…and The Boardwalk…




…and then to the beach…


…and the sun hides…

…and, yeah, me…

Published in: on January 23, 2021 at 4:51 pm  Comments (9)  

Central Park in Snow: a Gift!

Certainly a gift for me and good ol’ iPhone 6 walking around Central Park for a couple of hours  yesterday after the snow. Not a lot of snow, maybe 10 inches or so, but enough to on bring the beauty of winter. These snaps are one result, and they’re my gift to you.

Looking down onto Bethesda Fountain minus the usual crowds but nonetheless a source of delight for those who positioned themselves so perfectly for my snap.

The remarkable tree at the top of Naturalists Gate at Central Park West and 77th Street.

Four elves cleverly disguised as…what? I’m still not sure, but they are cute.

Back to Bethesda Fountain, this time it’s my shadow selfie moment.

The Pond with Bow Bridge in the background. Yes, I’ve several thousand more snaps of this bridge.

Same pond as above.

  And, yes, the same pond.

President Lincoln outside the New-York Historical Society.

And sometimes just looking down is reason enough to look down.

Published in: on December 18, 2020 at 5:33 pm  Comments (15)  

Enable AMP!

WordPress has changed my world by changing the editing software I’ve been using since 2006. On top of that they’ve informed me that I’m about to use up my 3 gigs of free space and suggest I start paying them to continue being able to post Welcome! I’m trying hard to not believe that all this is not tied into COVID-19 or the right to carry an AK-47 into Dunkin’ Donuts or even the election of a Democrat President or the UCONN Women’s basketball schedule. Whatever and beliefs notwithstanding, I’ve figured out how to create and post using the new format and have applied for Federal funding to meet the $4 per month debt I’m about to incur. Let this be my close-to-last insight of 2020: It all works outpretty much.

As for “Enable AMP,” I’ve no idea what AMP is, but I am now in position to engage or disable it as I choose.

And now the pictures!

#2 train socially isolated

Amsterdam Avenue in the rain


Henri’s rooftop on West 86th Street

Chelsea Piers

The Met empty enough to see the artwork


Smoke break on E. 43rd near UN

Central Park pond

Amsterdam & 76th

Ghost in the subway

Living room shelf

The Highline


                                            Mr. Plow & Mr. Sun




From the Highline

And an afterthought: Some one of you who‘re reading this actually know what AMP stands for. Please use the “comments” section to tell me. Obviously it doesn’t enable me to get the desired spacing between the last snap and it’s caption.

Those of you who don’t know what it stands for, here’s your chance to get funny.

Published in: on December 6, 2020 at 3:38 pm  Comments (11)  

Central Park in the Time of COVID-19

“Autumn in New York, why does it seem so inviting…” Songwriter Vernon Duke wrote these words in 1934. The full lyrics go like this:

Autumn in New York, why does it seem so inviting?
Autumn in New York, it spells the thrill of first-nighting
Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds in canyons of steel
They’re making me feel I’m home

It’s autumn in New York that brings the promise of new love
Autumn in New York is often mingled with pain
Dreamers with empty hands may sigh for exotic lands
It’s autumn in New York
It’s good to live it again

Autumn in New York, the gleaming rooftops at sundown
Autumn in New York, it lifts you up when you’re let down
Jaded roués and gay divorces who lunch at the Ritz
Will tell you that it’s divine

It’s autumn in New York transforms the slums into Mayfair
Autumn in New York, you’ll need no castle in Spain
Lovers that bless the dark
On benches in Central Park
Greet autumn in New York
It’s good to live it again

The first thing to note after that first line: the rest of the song has nothing whatsoever to do with the Central Park snaps below. Not to deny the thrill of first-nighting or the glittering crowds and certainly not negating the jaded roués and gay divorcées who lunch at the Ritz–far be it from me to do such a thing. No, a significant part of the wonder of New York is the ease  with which it accommodates all our worlds.

For me the glory of New York and autumn centers on Central Park: the leaves and the paths through them, the Pond and the Meer and the reflections filling them. To live in the city that attracts 60,000,000 visitors annually is a gift and  blessing. Despite the pandemic’s restrictions on travel I am already here. I am free to roam this this city and this park by foot or bicycle to my heart’s content.

Truly a state of grace and cause for continual thanks.











Harlem Meer

Published in: on October 30, 2020 at 4:47 pm  Comments (18)  


Kitchen door

The truth of it is I’ve been out of the apartment just about every day since the COVID-19 quarantine began. Not in a reckless, defiant, “I’ll show the bastids who’s the boss of me” way, but out nonetheless. Along with my walks and bike rides, there’s also been significant time spent at home, and yes, often with camera in hand. Look afresh, look with new eyes we teach in our meditation class. See the familiar for the first time. The photos below are the result of just that attitude.




Kitchen sunlight


Living room in late daylight


Chair and floor




Knitting needle, the very one I dropped into our elevator shaft, recovered a month later by building staff with a fine eye and memory.


Cazadores, carrying with it memories of beloveds


Buddhists on the radiator


More late day sunight


My living room

Published in: on August 22, 2020 at 4:29 pm  Comments (13)  

I don’t know…


Thru the good graces of iTunes my phone and computer have developed a relationship which no longer includes me. When I turn them on, connect them and request certain CD’s be transferred from my library to the phone they just laugh and transfer whatever the hell they want to transfer. Whole albums, partial albums, single tunes-whatever-just not what I might have wanted to hear. Small stuff, I suppose.  After all I’m still getting tunes to bud into my ears while I bike a lap around a Central Park pretty much devoid of tourists and instead filled with unemployed homies. I am escaping the overwhelm of

  • those “good people on both sides” who consistently and vehemently insist on their right to endanger the health and lives of others by not wearing face masks
  • the racism–institutional and cultural and personal–that is vibrantly alive and all too often a matter of life and death
  • Covid-19.

The above is me letting off some anger–my cover-up for fear and sadness and frustration–before showing you some new snaps. The pandemic has led me to places I’d pretty much avoided in the past, in this case the stairwells leading from my 8th floor apartment to our building’s lobby. Rather than take the elevator I’ve been walking those hundred-something steps up and down each morning to fetch the Daily News and the previous day’s collection of catalogs and money requests that fill the mailbox. Of course I carry the camera with me. Here are a few of my current favs.













This last image, with it’s writing, was posted on Facebook in June. It is a message of hope.


Be well. Stay safe. Register and vote. Encourage others to do the same.

Published in: on July 17, 2020 at 1:42 pm  Comments (7)  

The time is now!


This photo shows  peeling paint in the back staircase of a perfectly respectable middle class building. Is it a metaphor for the ugly, murderous racism that underlies the American dream we so want to be real? Does it expose as does the video of an American police officer keeping his knee on the neck of an American Black Man until that man was dead exposes what we’ve been denying since the end of slavery? If so, then let it be an inspiration to all to find a way to join in the struggle to bring freedom and justice to all.

Published in: on June 1, 2020 at 8:10 pm  Comments (1)  

The Second Batch of Haigas

Four years ago I posted my first collection of haiga, introducing it with this definition from

Haiga is a Japanese concept for simple pictures combined with poetry, usually meaning haiku…It can be watercolor paintings, photographs or collages with a poem of any genre that is integrated into the composition. Sometimes the poem is handwritten or it can be computer generated, depending on the artist’s taste.

Haiga is a combination of visual image and poetry, each to enrich the other and lead the readers/viewers beyond what is presented toward what their own life experience suggests. The goal here, overwhelmingly, is to make  those readers/viewers co-creators in a fusion of photo, poem and mind in what is ultimately theirs alone. Knowing that you have a responsibility to complete the creations I’ve begun, I offer my newest haiga.

The images were made while I was quarantined with family in an area of Ulster County New York called Lost Quarry.

Living on a dirt road surrounded by trees, only one other house visible and then only when trees were winter/early spring bare.

Concerns generated by this extraordinary time and place combined with whatever else of my own 78 years might show itself for my part in our co-creation. The rest is up to you.










Published in: on May 20, 2020 at 2:08 pm  Comments (14)  

Canal Street: Night

During the day Canal Street just might be the most populous and energetic street in Manhattan, rivaling or even surpassing Times Square with it’s rush of locals, souvenir sellers, hustlers and knock-off hunting teens and tourists  from all over this world.

Intertwined odors of old and fresh fast food
   of dumplings and garlic
Old women chat
   pick through fresh fish and produce
     common in China
Men from Canton and Taiwan
   from Sierra Leone and Pakistan and Peru
   from Brooklyn and The Bronx
   spread their goods on folding tables or simply
     on blankets on the sidewalk
Younger women–not young
   wave laminated pictures of handbags
   and watches (“Gucci! Gucci! Rolex! Gucci!
   and perfumes (“Dior, new Dior! White shoulders!
They speak in urgent hushed tones
   point to unmarked doors
   make you feel special.
At night it’s different: dark, quiet, all but abandoned
   like rain threatens or has just passed
           Canal Street is yours
           Last Tuesday it was mine.


Here are some souvenirs from that Tuesday night.

Canal Street at Lafayette


Canal Street


Canal Street at Baxter thru a bakery window


Canal Street


Canal Street stairway to Heaven

Canal Street

Canal Street


Canal Street


Liusal fashion pop-up Canal Street


Canal Street

Published in: on February 13, 2020 at 3:46 pm  Comments (14)  

Some Spanish Harlem with Dave

So I say to my good buddy Dave (who most people call David), I say, “Dave, howzabout you and me, we go to El Museo del Barrio?” Dave, he’s the one on the left, Dave says, “I wanna walk around Spanish Harlem.” I say, “OK.” He says, “OK.”

Long story shortened, I show up early and wait across the street from El Museo in the Conservatory Garden, Central Park. While I wait, I snap this:


Dave shows. We check out the museum then hit the streets: Lexington thru First Avenues, 104th thru 118th Streets. Here’s what I snapped:


In a schoolyard around Park Avenue and 105th

Lex around 109

Lex and 104th not so much the way it looks much as the way it was meant to be seen.

Madison Avenue around 105th

Park Avenue and 106th

Park and 106th under the Metro North tracks

2nd Avenue and 102 where black & white still rates


 So here’s my question to you: What are the hot streets in your part of the world? I’m always open to suggestions for where to take my camera for a walk. Use the “Comments” option below to give me some direction.

Published in: on February 5, 2020 at 7:27 pm  Comments (16)  

Ten times thru glass

Back in  the city, looking thru glass. I don’t think that means anything…really.


St. Agnes Library


Admiring armor


Manhattan sunset from GWB


Coco-Mat Store, B’way & 78th


The Algonquin


East River & Koch Bridge


Columbus Avenue low 80’s


Brooklyn train


The Met


Hartford CT


Published in: on January 6, 2020 at 11:42 pm  Comments (10)  

An All-too-short Week in the Ozarks

The story of my recent trip to the Ozarks begins in 1950. The Korean war had brought a wealth of rural French Canadians both from the Maritimes and Maine down to my home town, Hartford Connecticut, to find work at Pratt and Whitney Aircraft supplying engines to our war effort. Along with them came their music. In what seemed to an eight year old boy no time at all, Hartford had country music! Call it old-timey or hillbilly or even bluegrass, there it was not only on the radio but on the shelves of Park Street’s Belmont Record Shop located appropriately enough in that section of Hartford known–and still known–affectionately as Frog Hollow. Maybe it was the storytelling, maybe it was the energy, maybe it was the voice-oriented range that my voice felt it could handle. One way or another, me, the eight year old in question, I was hooked immediately.

–Skip ahead sixty-nine years–

Drawn by the promise of live mountain music in actual mountains and with the guidance of Road Scholar, a touring company dedicated to taking us older folks out of our comfort zones to discover more of the world before leaving it, I spent about six days in and around the Ozark Folk Center State Park in north central Mountain View Arkansas. To cut to the chase: It was fantastic! We stayed in thoroughly modern cabins (floors, electricity, indoor plumbing, cable TV) in a forest setting which incorporated a traditional craft village of blacksmiths, potters,  leather crafters, doll makers, stained glass artists and jewelers. We walked through forests, rafted a peaceful, cliff-enclosed river, ate what the folks eat and, at seemingly every turn, heard music: bluegrass music, old timey music, folk music. A world of acoustic strings where everyone was participant. The folks we met were unfailingly welcoming and happy to be in conversation with us from off (the mountain.) I was eager to learn more about their world, and they showed it, lived it more than explaining it. As for me, an undoubtedly liberal Buddhist Jew from New York City, I’d never felt more comfortable among strangers than I did in this  all-white world of fundamentalist Protestants.

Here are some snaps from the trip. Not an attempt to document the experience, but rather a collection of revelations.


White River Arkansas coming out of the morning fog


White River Arkansas


White River near Chessman Ferry Arkansas


Museum at Calico Rock Arkansas


Calico Rock Museum, Arkansas


Abandoned Old Town, Calico Rock Arkansas


Blacksmith, Craft Village at Ozark Folk Center, Mountain View Arkansas


Potter, Craft Village at Ozark Folk Center, Mountain View Arkansas


Pre-historic rock at the Craft Village, Ozark Folk Center, Mountain View Arkansas


Broom making, Craft Village at Ozark Folk Center, Mountain View Arkansas


Made in Mountain View Arkansas


Mary Parker Group, Ozark Folk Center, Mountain View Arkansas


Ozark Highlands Radio Square Dancers live performance, Mountain View Arkansas


Blanchard Springs Caverns, Ozark-St. Francis National Forests, Arkansas



Published each Wednesday in Mountain View  Arkansas

Homer of Pet Partners, Little Rock Airport. Homer, with his handler to be sure, patrolled the departures areas of the airport to ease anxieties and entertain children waiting to board.

Published in: on October 30, 2019 at 6:28 pm  Comments (4)  

Things are looking down!

“Waddaya take pictures of,” she asks me.

“I dunno. Whatever.”

I used to hate that word, “whatever.” It seemed like a cop-out. (Do people still say cop-out? If you’re under a certain age is it a mystery? If you’re over another age is it an increasingly faded memory? Maybe from the time cop was a deprecating noun rather than an edgy  verb.)

Back to whatever: the older I get, the more it applies, but in a wonderfully perverse way. Let’s face it, I live in the most phenomenal city on the planet. I live two blocks from each of two fantastic parks. It’s a mile and a half walk to (big drum roll here) Times Square! When everything is extraordinary, it all becomes oddly equal. The perverse part is that this even applies to the parts that don’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell of ever being equal to anything. That’s why what I’m gonna show you now is about looking D O W N. The street, the sidewalk, whoever might be sitting in front of me when I’m standing on the train and not wishing I had a seat–which, BTW, doesn’t happen very often. Everywhere I look at this point in my life there’s something to see worth seeing.

And I know I can’t be alone in this.

What about you? What do you see? Keep in mind I’m not talking about the shit that makes you feel angry or sad or superior. Anybody can carry on about that crap. I want to know what delights you, what makes you smile when you hadn’t planned on smiling.

Here’s what works for me:


#2 train: getting off, staying on


Subway: something to stand back from


175 W. 76: just what it says


NYC, imagine, they told my grandparents, the streets are paved with gold.


Cafe Figaro: all that’s left of a great venue


E. 4th Street: at rush hour sometimes the shadows move faster than the traffic


Subway: meditation without music


Fuller Building lobby


My block! I live here!


Russian Tea Room






And finally, looking down on he who looks down.
















Published in: on September 18, 2019 at 3:39 pm  Comments (2)  

Found Around


Found Around is my newest collection of photographs. It’s one more testimony to my love of New York City and the technology which enables me to convert what the camera records to what it is l see when walking our streets. Ultimately it’s a celebration of being here. Please visit the Blurb website where it may be seen in it’s entirety.

Here’s the link:

Of course I’d appreciate  your sharing this with those who might find it interesting.



Published in: on August 3, 2019 at 10:59 am  Comments (3)  

Each One Different!

When I was a kid it was a point of national pride that we were each one different yet all Americans. Sure, we didn’t practice that belief the way it’s now understood, but it was constantly preached and  reaffirmed as correct, as the ultimately right stuff.  In the course of my lifetime this purportedly universal and fundamental belief has been the cause of a constant intra-us struggle to either make or keep equality from becoming not just the law but also the reality of this land. Thus the moment was just that powerful, watching fireworks from the stands of the The Richmond County Bank Ballpark, home of the Staten Island Yankees, surrounded by the great variety of folks who make up lower middle class New York City. Ooh-ing and aah-ing in unconscious unison, we were for that moment one despite our differences.















As the last explosion echoed off into New York Harbor and the harmony of the moment passed in favor of the home-bound rush, my mind settled on other moments, those before and those to come in our period of conflict renewed.  In 1863 Abraham Lincoln spoke:


“Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, on this continent,

a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that

all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war,

testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived, and so dedicated,

can long endure…

…It is for us the living…to be dedicated here to the unfinished work

which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us

to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—

that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause

for which they here gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve

that these dead shall not have died in vain—

that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom,

and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”



Whatever your cause this coming Independence Day, let it be in harmony with your values and not your fears.

Published in: on June 30, 2019 at 12:46 pm  Comments (8)  

Spring Rain

At night, happiness;

In the daytime, quietness–

Spring rain.



Amsterdam & 79th


Amsterdam & 76th


Columbus & 73rd


Metropolitan Museum in the rain


Metropolitan Museum in the rain


Central Park: near the Great Lawn in the rain


Central Park: the Shakespeare Garden in the rain


Central Park: Oak Bridge in the rain


Central Park: Bow Bridge in the rain


Sky above Midtown from the Sheepmeadow


Spring rain:

Everything just grows

More beautiful.


Published in: on May 18, 2019 at 10:11 pm  Comments (4)  

By Popular Demand: 2018 Favorites book in a new format

Here it is!                                        

New Size!                            

New Soft Cover!

                      New low(er) Price!

                                    Same Paper!

                                                     Same Photos!



And here’s where to see it in its entirety and (ta da!)

actually buy a copy:



                                                                           Of course he larger sized hard cover version is still available.






Published in: on March 28, 2019 at 12:57 pm  Comments (2)  

What’s this stuff about anyway?

Each of these images began with what the camera saw and ended up with what I’d seen.

Lady Gaga at the Grammys

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Far West 13th Street, Meatpacking District, NYC

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Afternoon at The Cottage

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6th Av & W 44th

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Terrence Cardinal Cooke Health Center across Harlem Meer

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79th & Broadway rain

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79th & Broadway rain

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79th & Broadway rain

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526 W. 26th Street

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W. 26th Street

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Published in: on March 25, 2019 at 9:54 pm  Comments (8)  

Seven Snaps!

Themes of light, of color, of cacophony, of harmony. Always love of my city. Be well.


                                         42nd and 8th


Weill Cornell Medical


Columbus and 76th after a rain


 Mark DiSuvero statue at 10th and 25th


14th Street after a rain


Times Square


                                                   Times Square



Published in: on February 5, 2019 at 8:22 pm  Comments (8)  

Caught Playing!

Yes, I have been blessed to have traveled a good bit. Yes, I’ve photographed some wonderful people and sights and even moments in Asia, North Africa and Western Europe. Yet, for all that I’ve seen, the folks met, the monuments both natural and human built, the art and architecture and all those inducements to say “Wow!”, New York City remains my #1. New York City is my ultimate provocateur, the stimulus more than any other to my appreciation and delight and participation in living. Below is the most recent testimony to this love affair with Gotham. With the exception of Grandson Benny photographed in Connecticut this Christmas morning all the other snaps are of just the plain old stuff available for viewing in everyday Manhattan. The first three were made within minutes and feet of each other. In each case I’ve used post-processing apps to bring to the image that which drew me to make the photo in the first place. The delicacy and strength of an urban tree in the Lower East Side, the collage of reality and reflection found in a pizzeria window, the mind-created drama behind a wine bottle repurposed for water. Shapes, colors, relationships, movement within stillness: for me–somehow–all expressions of love.


2nd Av. & Houston Street


2nd Av. & Houston: street art artists


Mystery pipes at 2nd Av. F subway stop transposed by a screenshot




Freddie & Peppers pizzeria with reflections


Amsterdam Avenue construction site


Scaffolding behind the Beacon Theater


#3 train


Brookfield Place after a rain


Alien space ships from New Jersey invade West Harlem


W. 72nd between Broadway & West End Avenue


Metropolitan Museum of Art


Thai restaurant water bottle



Published in: on December 27, 2018 at 6:43 pm  Comments (15)  

Cousin Ben and a Dozen New City Snaps

Like no other human being I’ve ever met, Cousin Ben Beaton combines the solid with the impish. After years of living in Taipei he now lives in Tel Aviv. Language learning presents no problem to Ben, nor does mastering the intricacies of a culture–all with a twinkle in the eye revealing the everpresent sense of humor that makes him so dear to me. Recently we met at my favorite lunch joint here in NYC. Regardless of how he might have looked to the rest of the world, here’s the Ben I saw:

Ben Beaton…and, yes, his mother loves this snap!

Now for some recent photos made with the iPhone 6, its post-production app, Snapseed and, finally, Picasa on the laptop.

Church of the Latter Day Saints NYC–rain


Croatian Church 41st off 9th Av NYC


Hudson Yards


Amsterdam Avenue Brunch


Ghost of Christmas Future–building a Christmas tree stand


Central Park South thru the rain-covered bus window


St. Patrick’s in the rain thru the same bus window


Central Park


Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree yet again thru the same rain-covered bus window


Museum of Jewish Heritage reflections


NYC imagine…


Battery Park City


And a joyous Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanzaa, Diwali and, of course, New Year 2019!


Istravshan Tajikistan






Published in: on December 7, 2018 at 12:02 pm  Comments (14)  

Playing with my new toys!

Originally I was gonna hit ya with some Autumn leafery, solid and pretty pictures sure to get me some compliments. Even my old ego gets off on occasional reinforcement. Then I decided, no, too easy. Maybe some portraits, but that idea went on hold until I got permissions to use the recognizable faces of the friends I’d planned to show.

So, what to show? What was left? What was left–and probably what I wanted to post originally but was concerned with the reception they might get is an assortment of photos heavily reworked in post production. What I’ve posted on Welcome! thus far–201 blogposts counting this one–have far more often than not featured snaps treated with some post production work. Until very recently I’d relied on Picasa, a now-discontinued Google product that did all that I could ask. Well, as I got deeper into photography I learned to ask for more. Through the evil graces of my good buddy out west, Jason he is aptly named, I started using the Snapseed app, then added PS Express and Photoshop Fix. These tools free me to employ the original photo much as an oil painter might use a watercolor sketch, that is as the basis for a final rendition which best reveals what drew him (me) to the real-life content beyond what the camera records. It’s not that the camera lies, rather that it only gets some of the truth.


Secaucus NJ train station


The Ansonia NYC


Outside the Walter Reade Theater


Outside the Walter Reade Theater


Skulls above Astor Place


Outside Fairway


175 W. 76


Hudson River from W. 70’s


RSG’s bedroom window


Published in: on November 9, 2018 at 10:48 pm  Comments (17)  

Again, there’s something happening here…

First, my wish to you for a healthy & happy new year.



It matters not whether you actually celebrate the lunar new year. Just know that you’re being wished a wonderful one. If it’s a wish you don’t want, you can always re-gift it. (I learned that from Seinfeld reruns.)

Next up the new snaps.

The last blog entry, done back in July, featured a collection of essentially hyper-real snaps taken all on the same trip to The  Bronx. This time the ostensible reality recorded by the camera in Manhattan, Paris, Arles and aboard the river boat Buri on the river Rhone has been either subtly or significantly re-realized. Here they are:

















Published in: on September 25, 2018 at 3:25 pm  Comments (11)  

The Bronx: 4 Minutes on the #2 Train

As often as not when I’ve sat down to put together a blog post I’ve had no idea of what to say. Sure, I knew which snaps I’ve wanted to  show you, but what words to accompany them, that never came clear until I read them after having seen them on the screen. What I’m talking about here is trust: me trusting some level of myself that lies deeper than and obviously supersedes any conscious, intellectual aspect of my self (Is this sounding obscure or–dare I say it–pretentious?) to take  control of my fingers-on-the-keyboard while my mind occupied itself elsewhere. Similarly five of the six snaps coming up are also the result of my mind taking a vacation so my fingers, the ones holding the camera, could do their beloved and unfettered thing without succumbing to fallacious direction from that part of my brain that claims to know it all.

That being said, let me say this: On July 24th just past my beloved Bobbie and I, at her suggestion, traveled to City lsland in The Bronx to celebrate her 76th birthday at the Original Crab Shack. The trip, the lunch and the trip home had Inshallah written all over it. (a note here, Inshallah means God’s will. Not that that doesn’t apply equally to everything, but in this particular case it left  Bobbie and me feeling particularly blessed. For the Christians out there, think grace. From the guy who gave Bobbie his seat on the train north to the #BX SBS 12 waiting for us at Pelham Parkway to that  #BX SBS 12 bus driver who stopped his bus to direct us to the BX 29 which was also waiting for us because of the cooperation of slowly boarding passengers and a remarkably timed stop light to the delightful waitress a the Shack to the two buses and a train scheduled to minimize or obviate our waiting time on the trip home–and of course the food could not have been better. For both of us the entire adventure continually echoed of divine gift.

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OK, so now that  you’ve put up with the words, here come the snaps. All were made within 4 minutes–except for the stained glass window at the Pelham Parkway stop on the way up–on the train back to 72nd Street. True, some additional time was spent post-processing them in the increasingly wonderful world of Picasa and Snapseed where they were made more to resemble what I saw then what the camera recorded. Ever increasingly the camera is my quick sketch device. Post processing is my canvas and-paint.

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Be well.




Bronx Pelham Parkway


Bronx Crotona Park East


Bronx Crotona Park East


Bronx Crotona Park East


Bronx Crotona Park East


Bronx: Westchester Av & Southern Blvd


Published in: on July 26, 2018 at 5:23 pm  Comments (15)  

Home again, home again…


It's a big, wide, wonderful world you live in
When you're in love, you're a master
Of all you survey
You're a gay Santa Claus

There's a brave, new, star-spangled sky above you
When you're in love you're a hero
A Nero, Apollo
The Wizard of Oz

You've a kingdom, power and glory
The old, old, oldest of stories
Is new, true
You've built your Rome in just one day

Life is mystic
A mid-summer's night you live in
A Turkish delight, you're in heaven
It's swell when you're really in love
It's swell when you're really in love
                        --John Rox

And, as it turns out, that particular world and what I truly love
 is abbreviated NYC.

                                      Capezio window at night, NYC


                                      Lower East Side, NYC


              International Center of Photography, NYC


                    Green Wood Cemetery, Brooklyn, NYC


Sitting across from me on the #2 train between Brooklyn and Manhattan, NYC


Born in Tashkent, raised in Moscow, lives in Queens, NYC


         Bronx Mennonites singing in the subway, NYC


                                                         Central Park, NYC


Some men’s room on East 4th Street, NYC


                                                   State of grace in NYC!


Published in: on June 25, 2018 at 6:56 pm  Comments (6)  

Stans Folks

Throughout my time in The Stans most of the folks I photographed posed for me. Often they initiated our contact asking me to taste what they were selling or just asking where I hailed from. Being from the universally recognizable New York City was a guaranteed conversation starter, just note the hat of the man in the first photo. More than once it happened that one of them would snatch the camera from me to then take the snap! The first few times this happened I, being well versed in the behaviors of urban Western Culture, instantly prepared to chase after the thief. Wrong! There was no thief, no crime in progress, no need for 911 or its Central Asian equivalent. Few folks love New York City more than I do, still this was simply not Times Square.

Culture counts!

For all my goodhearted, spiritually-based belief that we all be alike, us humans of the world, us children of the same God, these folks were different. This was the great lesson of my journey: just get used to that. These folks descended from nomadic peoples. Their attitudes toward everything from clothing to food to receiving travelers seemed predicated on that history of moving around and traveling light–not at all the same premises at the root of cultures based on staying in one place and accumulating everything from wealth to property to recipes to the products of art and industry. They welcome strangers as they would wish to be welcomed. (Yes, they can also be fearsome warriors and hard nosed business folks. Let that discussion be for another time.) No one we met hesitated to share. At bazaars and festivals, at a Sufi gathering people would invite us to dance with them or to eat the food they’d prepared. We were guests in their home and perfectly safe in all respects. Perhaps the extreme of this came when I bought a rug in Bukhara which was to be delivered, not taken. I paid cash, filled out the export paperwork and left. I did not request nor was I offered a receipt. The rug arrived at my apartment a week ahead of schedule.

I offer these joyful portraits to you, perhaps as encouragement to travel, certainly to brighten your day.


Samarqand Uzbekistan


Sufi retreat, Mary Turkmenistan


Ashgabat Turkmenistan bazaar


On the road: Bishkek to Lake Issyk-Kul Kyrgyzstan


Chorsu Bazaar, Tashkent Uzbekistan


Bread baker, Chorsu Bazaar, Tashkent Uzbekistan


Chorsu Bazaar, Tashkent Uzbekistan


Khiva Uzbekistan


Khiva Uzbekistan


Khiva Uzbekistan


Sufi retreat, Mary Turkmenistan


Suzani (hand embroidery) Sitoral Mokhi-Khosa Uzbekistan, Museum of Applied Arts


Kujand, Tajikistan


Istravshan Tajikistan


Published in: on May 29, 2018 at 1:31 pm  Comments (14)  

5 Stans in 18 Snaps!

Any mention of Central Asia and the five Stans must begin with its central place in the history of the Silk Road–now more likely to be called the Silk Routes–the series of trade routes bringing goods from China to the west during the Han Dynasty  between 130 BCE and 1453 CE. Central Asia was the pivot point of the various routes going west to Europe and south to Arab and ultimately African markets. Being so strategic to this intercontinental commerce in goods and, ultimately, ideas, Central Asia was also an area ripe for infighting among its nomadic residents and conquest from the outside. Consider for instance  the Arab armies spreading Islam in the 7th and 8th centuries and the mighty Genghis Khan’s invasion in the 13th century. As recently as the 20th century the area fell to the dominance of the Soviet Union, existing as Soviet Socialist Republics for 70 years.

As Google pictures it the Silk Roads looked like this:

The 5 Stans: Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Tajikistan, Kazakhstan and the Kyrgyz Republic (a.k.a. Kyrgyzstan) are located in the area above Persia east of the Caspian Sea at the point where the northern and southern routes (in red) coming from China converge. They are a place of deserts, steppes and mountains, a place much more hospitable to nomads than to farmers.

My three week visit to the Stans offered evidence of all this history and more, far more than I am either able or willing to report on.  As proof of that, the photos below are not at all intended to represent any more than just my current favorites as snaps.


First a few generalizations:

  • The people of these countries are unfailingly friendly. As often as not they’d ask to be photographed with us. Once, while listening to our guide give us the rundown on a particular mosque, a traditionally dressed teenager wearing an ankle-length dress and multi-colored head scarf snuck up next to me to take a selfie with me!
  • Foodies, vegetarians and any others seeing food as anything more than fuel will struggle here. These are all nomadic cultures with precious little arable land. Consequently there is no great priority given to cuisine. The basic dish, plov, is simple and nutritious seasoned rice topped with a stir-fry which, in all likelihood, will be overcooked if it is vegetarian and tough if it is meat. Ice cream, however, is always good and cheap and omnipresent.
  • Any tour will serve up mosques, marketplaces, non-art museums–Islam frowns on representational art–and ruins throughout. All are worth seeing, but the repetition leads ultimately to mind-mix. Still there are stand-outs. For me the ceiling of the Mosque of 40 Pillars, Moschea Bolo-Khauz in Bukhara Uzbekistan is my ultimate star. As with the Shahriston Pass mentioned next, any photo of this ceiling will be worth the framing.
  • If you do go, make sure to motor the Shahriston Pass thru the Pamier Mountains separating Khujand and Dushanbe in Tajikistan. Any photo taken of the snow-capped mountains will surely delight you as will the experience of simply stepping outside your vehicle to breathe deeply.
  • Vodka everywhere is not only cheaper than water but always better. The local vodkas are dependably superior to the ones we routinely spend vastly more on, and each country has a vodka all its own.
  • For me–of course, for me–who else is writing this?–Khiva Uzbekistan with it’s walled-in old city was the absolute highlight of the trip. There is a feeling of timelessness walking the dirt and fieldstone streets through adobe buildings and tiled mosques past traditionally dressed folks of all ages who smile in welcome.

Here are the snaps:

Unfinished minaret, Khiva Uzbekistan


Hillside near Medeu Skating Rink, Almaty, Kazakhstan


Reflections, National Museum of Antiquities, Dushanbe, Tajikistan


Samarqand Uzbekistan


Samarqand Uzbekistan blurred ladies


Mosque of 40 Pillars, Moschea Bolo-Khauz, Bukhara Uzbekistan


Three women, Bukhara Uzbekistan


Sufi retreat, Turkmenistan


Khiva City Wall Gate, Uzbekistan


Micki–with whom I’d travel anywhere–Khiva City Wall Uzbekistan


Khiva Uzbekistan


Khiva Uzbekistan at night


Ashgabat Turkmenistan (thru two bus windows!)


Shahriston Pass, Tajikistan


Lake Issyk-Kul Kyrgyzstan


pomegranates, Chorsu Bazaar, Tashkent Uzbekistan


Outskirts of Tashkent Uzbekistan


Khiva Uzbekistan




Published in: on May 9, 2018 at 9:15 pm  Comments (9)  

This is a test…

…although far less dramatic, life-shattering and cosmically comical than some of the others over the past few days.  Now that my computer has crashed if I am to post this Blog I must do it either on the phone or using my wife’s computer which is cleverly hidden in the random storage space called her desk. This is my first phone attempt.  So far I’m all thumbs.  Using voice recognition things come out like this— if only!  More likely to come out like this — hey that’s not bad either!  Maybe there’s a reason leave invoice recognition.

 Now let’s try putting out a picture or two. The first—if I get it right— what is the wonderful image I saw while walking to the liquor store after the crash and the multi-hour failure of various Microsoft techs to right my world to restore my supply of medicinal tequila.  The second was made while Facetiming with my wonderful source of ultimate strength who is currently in Connecticut tending to her beloved and daughter.

Here’s the second, a mixture of the—I can say the word now—depression that came with the crash and the renewed joy of our contact. Hooray for technology!

Ok, here’s a third, a “Right here, right now-ie” to celebrate what seems to be a moment of successful adaptation to circumstances. Ultimately reality works!

One concern—I avoid the word “problem”—is that I’m unable to send out a “new post” email because that list went with the computer. I will post notice on Facebook and would very much appreciate you forwarding this link ( far and wide.


Update! As I have been about so many things lately, I was wrong about losing the notifications list. My email account lives in the ether and not in the computer. I will be able to access it and send out the word. Another hooray!

Published in: on March 10, 2018 at 10:35 am  Comments (11)  


This particular moment started when a new acquaintance emailed her interest in hearing about my travels. My response:

I’m much more articulate with a camera than with words if only because that response comes from a deeper place.

The words just came out of my fingers onto the keyboard (I have a desktop) and appeared on the screen. I added links to this blog and to one of my books on Blurb and hit send. The idea that I do better with pictures than words, however, remained. Words for me often get complicated and twisted by the brain that formulates them and the purpose–there’s always a purpose–that motivates them. In my case that usually means seeking either  the validation of being agreed with or a victory possible thru clever argument. (If you need documentation for this, look at the shit I post on Facebook.) My snaps though are no more than,

“Hey! Look at this!”

spontaneous rather than deliberate and not meant to illustrate an idea, attitude or belief.  Thanks to my first photography instructor, Harold Feinstein ( I now have a history of frequently making snaps without necessarily looking thru the camera. The post-processing (what we used to call “darkroom work”) I do is to close the gap between what I saw and what the camera recorded. Harold ultimately taught self-trust, not trust in my conscious ability but rather in something –I say this fully willing to be misunderstood–spiritual. Thanks Harold! That being said,

Hey! Look at these!


RSG w/ Shadow


Rubinstein Atrium


                                                          Amsterdam Houses delivery


Snow on the Guggenheim


W 76 in the rain


W 76 in the rain


W 14 in the rain


Waverly Place





Published in: on February 25, 2018 at 4:21 pm  Comments (11)