Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

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)

Over and over New York traffic police have tried to manage ticketing with grace and accuracy. However, they have been constantly hampered by budgetary and aesthetic considerations. Multiple methods have been in place to solve these problems, but the most exciting is the new pilot YellowLeaf Study Project.   YellowLeaf simply models the wind, seasons and weather. As you can see, the vehicles that have been parked for sometime can be easily identified. Did you not respect Alternate Side of the Street Parking? You have been punked!

I don’t know how I lost my footing Slipping away into transitory time Caught on cut stumps, strafed with might have beens Crying for those torn and lost forever. Calling out, Red Beacon blazed and Pulled me back into the moment. “Steady as you go” whispered Quiet Beacon,   “I am awake for you”.   

Dwarfed by Ignored Beauty Manhattan, Upper East Side on Lexington

Warning!  Warning!   Joggers, Walkers, Dogs and Small Living Things:  Beware!     The awful rumor is true:   Monster Pigeon is back!     Although Monster and Mate have not been directly spotted, the long white trail on the lower left rock is clear and convincing evidence that Monster is alive, well, and perching in Marcus Garvey Park!   Marcus Garvey Park from Fifth on the Park, 6B   Remember the terrible summer of 2010, when Monster and Mate constructed their giant nest atop the Metropolitan Musesum of Art (of all places)?   In case you forgot, here is the report, pulled from the blogging archives: Tuesday, July 6, 2010 -- Is Anybody Out There? All counter measures have failed so far to halt the inexorable encroacing nest construction of Monster Pigeon (and Mate).  Proactive measures, smoke, warnings, and mirrors have failed to halt the illegal settlement.  As you can see, the situation is very grave. Nobody knows for certain how many tourists have been

Entering a universe of color; each in its own way

I went to school in the early morning, and there wasn’t a day gone by that worry didn’t nibble, nibble, nibble--nibbling at me with the voracious patience of a termite. School was awful but staying home was worse.   Oh I loved the stiff backyard smell of dry fall leaves; I loved an egg salad sandwich, alone on the porch.  But what was happening at school? One day was all it took to be left on a sideline, cheering for yesterday’s team.   Marcus Garvey Park, November 2012