Showing posts with label reflections. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reflections. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

On The Nature of Faith

Bursting with hope of a new life to come
paltry  under-nourished  single-blossom twiggy  green  stick of a plant
staked out a plot in the center of things.
Catching fire in that messy dirt
Growing into the waiting days
Sticking to it.


Small flowers stick to it

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Reflections

Well I did want to talk about love,
But there’s so little that I wish to know about it.

Crinkling like tinfoil in bright sun,
Folding over, captured in the new moon air,
Creeping over the window sills,

Climbing through the pumpkin patches.
Sinking into the inner rooms,
leaving copies of itself along the way

Peaches covered in thick fresh cream
Brown sugar cane and dark molasses,
A grassy path in a secret wood

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Reflections on Second Avenue

Saturday, January 26, 2013

The Great Universal ConceptoConnection

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!


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the MoMA, December 2012

Monday, June 18, 2012

Barcelona: Gaudi, Sunlight, Sustenance

Here's the ceiling of the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona, created by the architect Antoni Gaudí i Cornet (25 June 1852–10 June 1926).  Construction of La Sagrada Familia began in 1882.  Gaudi spent 40 years working on the Cathedral  Still under construction, it is scheduled to be completed in 2041 http://www.aviewoncities.com/barcelona/sagradafamilia.htm

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Ceiling, Sagrada Familia (Gaudi)

Below we see the incredible transparency sculpted in light and created by  Gaudi. This is the right wall of windows of the Sagrada Familia seen at an angle as we enter. 

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Side wall of windows, Sagrada Familia (Gaudi)

This photo is an identical window straight-on, but on other side of the cathedral: flat, usual, almost ordinary.

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Side Wall of Windows straight on, Sagrada Familia (Gaudi)

A small Barcelona cafe in late afternoon

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A Barcelona Cafe in Late Afternoon



Monday, December 26, 2011

Mystery Artist Enlivens South Wall of the Metropolitan Museum of Art

Many celebrated artists have difficulty fitting into the Museum of Modern Art or the Metropolitan Museum.  One of our local rather famous artist requires a very large palette  and a very expansive venue--much too much for either museum.     However, our  Artist has often been convinced to splash beauty on the more liberal outside walls.  This temporal display was witnessed by many lucky New Yorkers as they passed by the South Wall of the Winter Metropolitan of a late afternoon..

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Friday, November 18, 2011

Portrait of a Beautiful Bicyclist in Central Park

Fall Reflections

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Bicyclist in Central Park, East Drive


Sunday, November 13, 2011

Reflections

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Metropolitan Museum of Art, November 2011

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Friday, September 30, 2011

Don't Walk Reflecting Puddle

Don't tread on me reflecting puddle

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Saturday, September 17, 2011

A Moment for Reflecting Dreams

So many times I heard those cautionary words,
Don’t wait.  Don’t wake up at 50!
Hurry! 
Wait, were those not Roses?
Haste makes waste!

Write it down!  Fifty times!
Each day! Every Day! Each hour! 
Rich? Famous? Singer? Sculptor?
Actor!
Each second, waking and sleeping,
Write it down, write it Down! Dow!n, do!wn d!own,
D ~O ~W ~N ~!

50 Came. 
Then 50 Went, 
And with a small alteration of the pen, 
50 came Again!

I did find out a thing or two, amid those endless 50s,
About the makeup of a made-up Dream.
The Dreamer may become the dream, but it
Starts the other way around.  

I sit among my 50s shredding journals.
Life was interesting enough at the time.
“What now?”  I ask, and just for fun, “Where now?”

“Here,” Now answers. “Waiting for my due.”
 
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A Moment of Reflections


Saturday, September 3, 2011

A Sack full of Simples Finds its Way Back

I was walking along on the railroad track
When I stumbled upon what looked like a pack
With a sack full of simples and samples and tack.
I went next to a shop, and there on the rack was a similar pack
With a sack full of simples and samples and tack!
Now how did the sack get up from the track and make its way back
To the shop with the rack?
I studied the matter both forward and back,
And I came to believe there’s a bit of a crack
In the fabric of time that provides for some slack
When a shop with a rack in the back
Has a serious need for a pack with a sack
Full of simples and samples and tack!

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Lily Pond, Conservancy Garden (Central Park-2011)

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

One Sunset

What if there was one sunset left?
I know, it’s a cliché of a question, but
What it there was one sunset left?
Would I have the courage to see the beauty,
To watch the final sun move inch by relentless inch,
Darkening, sinking, disappearing into an immovable horizon?
Could I bear to love that simple act of kindness,
That I’d seen ten thousand times before?
What if I knew for certain?
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Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Reverent Puddle

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Church of the Heavenly Rest
Reflected in puddle across from Fifth Avenue & 90th

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Central Park Study in Ice Blue

Reservoir of Water Fowl and Ice Crossings


Central Park Reservoir Winter
Central Park Reservoir in February with Ice, Birds and Grasses


Saturday, December 4, 2010

Two Individuals Counting Members of A Fuzzy Set of Mudpuddles

I love the foreverness of mudpuddles, and I certainly cannot resist an entire fuzzy set of them! Why is our set of forever mudpuddles fuzzy?  Why is it not a crisp set?

Well!

First of all, because I am a fuzzy-set sort of person. 

In a fuzzy set, one doesn't know whether an element (mudpuddle) is a member of the set or not,  because we have incomplete or missing information.  We do not know for certain, for example, whether or not Every One of our Mudpuddles is Entirely Immortal.   But, we are willing to take a chance..

In a crisp (or classical) set, an element either belongs, or does not belong, to the set. 

Personally, I like a little room for doubt~~a wee wiggle of ambiguity, if I may. 

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Fuzzy Set of Mudpuddles

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Reflections in Fall Days

My dreams are illusive things, perhaps, but
Is it possible that I have spelt it wrong?
Could it really be elusive? You see,
I can’t survive all hope abandoned,
That fair and pretty dream of souls connecting
Illuded by the faded warp woof of missed perceptions.

No, I’ll have ‘elusive’, if you please.
Give me that elusive just-around-the-corner love affair.
Give me Plato’s shadowed cave of outside possibilities.
Hell, yes! I’ll taste that fall leaf throwing its reflection.
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Harlem Meer, West Side, November

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Blossoms Seek Shelter in MudPuddle

Very often the world is difficult for a blossom, who must remain safe and connected to its branch until budding is secure, and it becomes the proper time to depart.  Each of these foxy blossoms has made a duplicate for backup and saved it in a nearby puddle.

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Thursday, April 8, 2010

The Dappled Path

Can you resist a dappled path?  I know I can't.  Just to imagine the coolness of the path, with the warm sunny  places. The spring smell in the air, and a petal floating away from an old cherry tree. 
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Sunday, February 7, 2010

A Plain and Perfect Puddle

There I was again, out in the cold afternoon looking for the perfect puddle. I might have been Sherlock with a magnifying glass, when I took a slight misstep...

crunch.
crunch?
Yes! Sightly soggy sounding, but definitely and none the less a crunch. There it was! The perfect sounding puddle right beneath my toe.
Can you hear it?
plain puddle fix

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Our superimposed life.

What is a wide, closed space?  Do people use commas anymore?  Grammar!

I'm a "take it for granted" sort of person.   Just this afternoon I took for granted that I might look out the window of my Brother's home in Crestone and watch the sun go down.  It was going down very well, and so I took a picture while I still had enought light.   Nothing that anti-granted happened, and here's what I saw:

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but here's what my camera saw:

Larrys reflected window

Monday, December 21, 2009

Winter Storm, Born Yesterday


Water Wind, Sky and Starry metal