THE SPIRITUAL GAVE BIRTH

Saturday, November 17, 2012.  A lost letter, a discourse gone astray, a page turned and torn, gone away from the writer, or the receiver.  I was between engagements, done with one, going to another and there was this correspondence, someone's ponderings on the spritual and the natural.  The natural seems to have the upper hand, eventually returning the idea to the spiritual.

PHANTOM FENCE

Saturday, October 13, 2012.  The sun was so bright that the filigree pattern seemed as solid as the actual fence.  The delicate hues of the sandstone - blue, pink, gray - were enhanced by the solidness of this ephemeral image.

97TH STREET WRAPPED

Saturday, September 15, 2012.  What a magnificent sky, set against this bright white fabric and the deep green of our street trees, feeling only the slightest touch of the sun.  Sometimes the mere act of walking up a street at a time that is not my normal hour, gives me occasion to see things differently.  And the sky was such a blue this morning, I couldn't help but stop and take in this cityscape.  This could be a mountain scene, snow covered and rolling down to the forest line, with the most crystal blue sky roaming behind.

TWO SHOES WITH CIRCLE ON A SQUARE

May 15, 2010. Left for someone who needs them more, this pair of shoes started an early morning in waiting. The sun was just rising, casting shadows to the west. Not meant to be abandoned, longing to be repurposed, they are at a level where they cannot be mistaken as garbage to be discarded. Later in the day, I saw a young man drop off four pair of sneakers on the corner - someone could still use them, and probably did.