Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

Did you ever think your heart got unzipped and didn’t go back together right? Did you let your inside out and just find a chill in the sinews? Did you still leave a little open space just in case a key fit one more time into that stitched-up secret door? Well, I wish I knew more about it. There’s a small ache I remember though, a little core of a thing, no bigger than a raindrop hanging on a lilac leaf. Summer, it was summer, not a cold February day with a frozen wind. A summer raindrop, hanging from the center vein. Yes, a heart shaped lilac leaf, dark green. Not red and gnawed from too many interruptions.

Jogger unaware he is falling off the edge of the earth Central Park Reservoir

Winter storm Nemo on East 94th:  1 AM in the middle of the street. Nemo at 1:30 AM in NYC

Peace be with people who carry the songs For those who wish only to listen. It’s a holistic view of the old or the new On this or that planar concoction. Concoction, well, oops! Perhaps the wrong word, “Connection” may better suffice. Or “Conception” now that is a fabulous word! It’s best to elide and then try to decide.... With a slice and a splice and a juxtaposition, We have a conceptoconnected transition! the MoMA, December 2012

There is an advantage of having Blue as the New Red and Green. It suits the chilled evening wanderers, as they go passing through an epiphany. East 58th Street, New York, 2013 (Taken with iPhone)

We all know that elements as beautifully made as Central Park has to be constructed. Well we do know who's actually behind things like beauty. Nonetheless, some elements of earthly movement is a maintenance reality. The construction den in central park is so seldom noticed that it seriously has to be seen to be beieved...

Just take my life, I hand it over, palm full and pulsing. I have no stories to tell anymore, No more backups and no more clogs, no retrievals, and no Aha!s They went down the drain with the last hurrah; Give me the point of the captured moment, when the day is lost in the stars. Give me the time for letting go, When faith is as real as a unicorn, Tell me the way to carry you with me In the puddled sway of eternity. Show me the season for a peak at life and a burnished turn of events as well, come with me into the space between the ring of truth and the tolling bell. Harlem Meer from 109th and Fifth Avenue

Why is that   plug 4 inches from the socket?       Was it that small coincidence that set it off ? Maybe we should splice it with a piece of life,       Connect those missing kaleidoscopic dots. And by the way,       I do know about those consequences.      ( I read a lot)