RED FISH

Saturday, February 23, 2013.  A red fish swimming in a yellow sea - maybe a premonition for my next diving trip.  I don't often see yellow coral, so maybe this fish has jumped out of the ocean to view the sun from a different point of view.

STOMPER

Saturday, January 26, 2013.  My nephew used to call draft horses 'stompers.'  I immediately thought of that when I saw this image worn into the orange safety strip on the subway.  It might be one of the Titans, and every time his foot reaches the earth it becomes huge, the other foot lifted into the surrounding universe, and small to our sight.

SNOW SCRIM

Monday, January 21, 2013.  A scrim of falling mist, turning to snow in front of my eyes.  It was so cold and the snow makers were making snow, not the heavens, but men snow makers.  This entire section of the park was blanketed with a fine mist that fell as snow, and the trees and the brightening sky were hidden behind this lovely shifting pattern of frozen mist.

HALF CIRCLES

Monday, January 21, 2013.  Early morning in the park, the half moon of the reservoir pointing to the brilliant red of dawn.  Everything was circular for me, the water, the tree line, the duck's wake, the coming sun.

MIXED MEDIA

Sunday, January 20, 2013.  How long had this escaped my attention?  29 years?  This tree, and some unknown Parks worker, started this piece many years and the tree has engulfed the stranger that came to be pressed against its mighty and growing trunk.  Now I see this all along my walk and I recognize the shape and I recognize the tree and its unyielding need to grow.  Life will always find a way.

EL BARIO

Saturday, January 19, 2013.  What luck, for me and for countless others.  Art comes to you.  Art drives by.  Art parks next to your home.  I wonder if this was welcome by the owner of the vehicle, or some random act, which then the owner couldn't wash away. What a sight our streets would be if all panel trucks were covered with art that travelled around Manhattan, Queens, Brooklyn, Bronx and Staten Island.  Maybe it would even travel further afield and blanket the roadways, exporting vibrant color, text and imagery.

THE EXPANSE

Tuesday, January 15, 2013.  I recognized this solitary vessel, floating in the broad expanse, alone and isolated from community.  Is it drifting or resting, bound for a destination or not?  Or could it be a pleasure boat, unmoored, but containing delights beneath its peaked roof.  See how the moon illuminates it on this night voyage with the secrets beneath.