Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

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

Darkness recedes as we begin the final cellar clearing. Oh what fun to run your fingers through the cool, loose granules! Rich and loamy, untouched for 115 years! Cellar Incense

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

Did you ever wonder what lay beneath your unfinished basement? I'll tell you, because I know. Rocks. Lots of Huge Rocks. Dirt. Lots and lots of dirt. Coal dust from early 1900s. Lots and lots of coal dust. Other Old Things. Lots of other old things. Remember that song? "How many lips have ki-issed you.....I wonder, I wonder, I wonder.....but I really don't want to know. No, I really don't. Monroe Street Basement-to-Be

“Would you like the Eyeballs? They’re our special today Sticky or slimy or choose your own way” I thought the young waiter was kidding you see So I said I’d take breaded with crackers and brie (tee-hee-hee, tee-hee-hee, tee-hee-hee). When he served those round balls they were dark at one end and they looked so alive I began to pretend they were olives or something, and not what they seemed when off in the distance just then someone screamed! “They’re mine! They were mine! And now I can't see!" That's a terrible thing to tease someone like me! I’m a delicate person and sensitive, too, It’s clear you are steering away from what’s true, You’re veering away from the matter at hand! Hand? Oh my gosh what has happened to you? Is it gone? Are you sure? Is there nothing to do? And just then within reach was a terrible screech! “There’s a crunch in my lunch! It’s a long bendy thing... No it’s not just a thing, it’s a thing with a ring! Agha agh! Gag-agagh, j...

Walking along on the wrong side of the sunny street, I took it upon myself to wonder, why does the world seem a little bit shallow; flat maybe, not up to my usual standards? It seemed as though I'd been on this very block before, once upon a time in the early autumn. So as last resort I took a walk. A walk! Oh, how I have missed my walks! Look! See that sunlit sky as blue as starch, edging over that limb? It’s pushing away the grey underbelly of the day. Is that a sparrow resting a minute on a colden rail? Wait! My Gosh, it’s Ounce! Our little Ounce, fluffed up and balanced as a ball. Ounce is off now, to sip from the edges of a late fountain fall. Oh dear, I was so excited I forgot to take a picture!  Don’t worry though, we made an appointment.

a  - b -  c -  d twiddle-dee-dum and twiddle-dee-dee it could be post and it could be pre- it's whatever you feel you want it to be! tee-hee-hee, tee-hee-hee, tee-hee-hee. Lights ! Pre-Lights ! believe it or not, but what's not to believe? it looks like a lot but what's hard to conceive is the other three dumpsters that preceeded these Post Lights !