As September passes the Great South Bay provides a perfect setting for enjoying the fresh breeze of Autumn.
...attempts to capture the scenes of life's journey.
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Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Pastry's Holy Grail
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
River Adagio
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Catboat Reflections
Friday, September 19, 2008
Enjoying The Ride
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Weakfish Time
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Night Opera
Monday, September 15, 2008
Morning Gull
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Metro
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Budapest Train Station
It was the light and shadows that caught my eye...Currently under renovation (apparently at a slow pace) this station has all the atmosphere of a 1940's spy movie and one can almost hear the hissing of steam down the tracks.
The modern memory, however, will forever be the female government information worker exhaling cigarette smoke (from behind a caged window) into Chico's face as she explained that she spoke no English. A forever hilarious visual memory...
The modern memory, however, will forever be the female government information worker exhaling cigarette smoke (from behind a caged window) into Chico's face as she explained that she spoke no English. A forever hilarious visual memory...
Friday, September 12, 2008
Gaining Altitude
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Tram Number Two
Monday, September 08, 2008
Sunny Szentendre
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Reaching Out
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Friday, September 05, 2008
Defensive View
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Low Bridge
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Ode To Labor Day
Stay in one spot long enough in the 20 some miles from Ocean Beach to Smith Point and you will see this person walking East or West on Fire Island. Most everyday, without fail. Years ago we dubbed him "The Walking Man" after the famous James Taylor song that relates to the passing of the season and into the winter. Soo...with Labor Day recently over my shoulder this just seemed appropriate:
Moving in silent desperation
Keeping an eye on the holy land
A hypothetical destination
Say, who is this walking man?
And the walking man walks
Dosen't know nothing at all
Any other man stops and talks
But the walking man walks on by
Moving in silent desperation
Keeping an eye on the holy land
A hypothetical destination
Say, who is this walking man?
And the walking man walks
Dosen't know nothing at all
Any other man stops and talks
But the walking man walks on by
Monday, September 01, 2008
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