Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

Along the Williamsberg Bridge to  Bedford Stuyvesant Entering Monroe Street Beautiful Woman Sitting on Staircase Upstairs

On the J-Train The J Train in Brookly, across the Williamsburg Bridge Arriving at Gates Avenue Beautification of Subway stops: Gates Avenue, Brooklyn One of 4.5 bathrooms (yes, I know!  It doesn't have a soap dish yet.  But one has to get exactly the Correct Soap Dish!  This bathroom is a beautiful grey and white, although it doesn't look like it here.  It also is a fairly large bathroom--I guess I have to spring for a wide-angle lens like all those other people! Oh yes.  Indoor plumbing!  What a gift, even without soap dishes and towel racks! Mission for the day (should you choose to accept it): 1.  Enter into a bathroom; one with tub or shower.  Avoid gas stations, for example. 2.  Revel in the beauty and convenience of Tile!  Think what a mess the average shower might make without it. 3.  Check out the very simplicityof a water repellent floor!  Nothing fancy, just tile, tile, showers, water, toilets with double flush, maybe a mirror!!!!  A mirror. 

I love this video on mute as well....also try full screen.

We are all breathing sighs of relief!!! Things are looking like beauty will prevail... Beautiful New Office--Work is Looking Good! Fellow Contractor Sam Admires the Beauty

I’m dizzy and ditzy as a bee can be. Yet to be a bee is not for me, I am simply too busy to be a bee, IN fACT….I would like to know where all those behive engineers and botanists are! Where are the gardeners, the tree surgeons, the cultivators and the rose grafters?  It is time to unite behind the latest and greatest sustainable home design in the history of –well, the World.--  WE ARE GOING TO GROW A HOUSE . Why put up with all those joints and connections and what nots? Why not just manufacture a couple of seeds with a few house chromosomes? You know, a few plumbing stem cells, an electronic segment, a brick and mortar constructor? Sheet rock? What is a house but a few organs and an inner and outer skin? Of course, there’s some insulation for fat, a couple of entrances and egresses to manage maintenance, processing and waste. We just need a nice drainage system and some plumbing for circulation to carry the oxygenated water around. Can you experts not design a speci

Small Boulder on Way to Final Resting Place Emerging from the Tombs of Darkness (Please tell me the Architect did not just say "Oops! I forgot the drains") Cellar Stairs, Backyard

If, while rooting through the unconscious cellar of your soul, In order to expand your conscious awareness, And to relieve your self of the burdens of your childhood (for example), And if you happen to come across a very, very big obstacle, well, Some things are better off buried, so just dig down another few feet. Jan with a shovel attempts to remove one ton boulders from just beneath the cellar surface Brownstone Cellar Excavation -- Tons of Boulders! Brooklyn Bedford Stuyvesant Cellar revision near the Olde Coal Shoot

Help!  Help!  There are doors everywhere!!

Well, actually this particular Jamaican/Guyanese dancing girl is from  New Jersey...

AH HH H hh hh hh h h... The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and wither it goeth: So is everyone that is born of the Spirit. John 3:8 --

Elegant lady sips from a Coconut in Bedford Stuyvesant MISSION for the DAY 1.  Walk casually around, as you usually do. 2.  Stop in front of an environment that is unusual for you.      (This could be an alien shop or  peculiar tree ((to you)), or simply the contents of a coffee shop or an elevator.) 3.  You guessed! Fit In!   Become a part of the environment.  How do you think?  Walk? Sound? How is your posture?  4.  Take mental photo, or better yet an actual one to include in a text to somebody.

One sky looking down with clouds missing, Spirit winds blowing in the empty spaces, No hiding behind, no holding back, no letting be. Listening for old sounds in the waters, barely hearing the here and now, Cutting away at the stains of memory. Mama Nyaah * https://www.eventbrite.com/e/24th-annual-tribute-to-the-ancestors-of-the-middle-passage-tickets-6484813251

These photos are of the ground floor of a 1899 Brownstone. The room pictured is the former ground floor kitchen. The beams holding up the place have been replaced. The second photo is of the old beams. Notice one is completely rotted through, and others are close behind! (What fun...) First Floor Back--New beams First Floor Back--Old Beams Brooklyn Brownstone --Old Pipes Relocated.

All of a sudden, it is summer! Early Rose on Monroe Street, Brooklyn

BEFORE AFTER

Very Fresh Coconut Water Mama Nyaah's herbal Formulas

Brooklyn : Stage 1: acquire 1 three story house.... Larry C., Linda J.C., James A. Observing Vibes Stairway Welcome to Brooklyn!

Harsh lights gritty sidewalks, squeaking grating doorways, Metal glass chrome doors, decals pealing and maybe a bell, Hard to remember where I left those cut-up dreams. I let one go the other day, just a crumple and a toss and a "So what now?" There’s another one around the corner, right? Dim-lit yellow hallways, bathroom down the hall, Shredded carpet, bruised and dirty, Don’t even think about the paint. A single cot, thin mattress, square table made with wood, That single bulb hanging on to a cord. There in the corner, I saw the crumpled might-have-been. Missed the rusted basket; poor shot. I walked out with it, of course I should have left it there along with the rest of the picture. Instead I spread it out on an ironing board, Ink worn through and faded, edges broken and frayed, But maybe it could have been salvaged. I think I see a painted house, light green, and a stoop. There’s a bay window, I remember now, pink reflected in the window pane,