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The Saga of the Hudson River Rock Ascent

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A woman is sitting on a Hudson River rock, She was out for some sun and to take a wee walk, but While innocently ascending through the weeds and the gravel, She snagged her yellow sweater and it started to unravel. She didn’t mind at first, since what was the worst That could happen to beset her from loss of a sweater. Well! Little did she know on her upward climb, She was creeping through a climate zone that once upon a time Caused a temperature inversion that reversed the Immersion that had caused the incursion Of the balmy interspersion that released her from the weather That required a sweater! Well, She shivered and she shook And by hook, crook and nook, She descended from the River Rock And lived to give her first TED talk! East Shore of the Hudson River near Cold Springs Harbor

To Brooklyn, progress, and back: A short photo essay

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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. 

Night Along the Savanah River

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Of course I didn’t see you coming, Or I would have dodged that silken bullet hollowing through my cemented door. I’d be huddled down inside my barrow, Tossing the apple away with the core.

Light Masses Pulling Closer

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Lights pushing, inching closer Magnetized in the falling rain From a Brooklyn to Manhattan Bridge, early summer