We All Have A New York In Our Mind

There’s an extremely pleasant and very soothing documentary I watch when I want to relax.  Its called New York by Ken Burns.  I’ve watched it many times.  I was interested to find out the history of the city I grew up in of course, but on further watchings, I’ve come to enjoy the music in the documentary and its gentle pace. There are a…

August 24 1997

As I write that date, it strikes me.  It seems at once recent and yet far away.  But what makes it significant? On that day, twenty years ago, I departed the relative safety of my parents house, my life as a college student in New York to some place called Denmark. Let’s go back a ways, to the year 1997 exactly.  Even writing it…

I Guess This Is What A Civil War Feels Like

A lot of kids probably grow up hearing about life in a previous generation and how it all used to be.  My version of that was a bit different.  My parents grew up in the shadow of World War II.  It wasn’t a historical event to them or abstract.  My grandparents had lived through it and suffered as a result.  One of my grandmothers…

You Are What You Consume

Warning.  We’re getting philosophical up here.  Skip this is you just come for the photos.  Scroll slowly for the prose, if so desired. My favorite television show is Mad Men.  On that show, the protagonist Don Draper gets a cigarette account and has to deal with the blow back of the then pioneering research being done into cigarettes that yes, they are harmful. Of…

I Go To The Berkshires

I was going to write this entry about how Massachusetts continues to amaze me, even after I’ve lived here forever.  Before I got around to actually writing the entry, another idea popped into my head and I decided to go with it. I decided to make this entry about one of my obsessions — Real Housewives shows.  I already wrote on here about watching…

Eggelstoning It Up

I only, shamelessly, admit that I steal ideas and entire photographs from other photographers.  All photographers do it and so do I. I usually pick though people from the regular canon of photography.  Ansel Adams, Stieglitz, Steichen, maybe a Brassai here and there.  Maybe Weegee if I’m feeling particularly mischievous. On a recent sojourn through the hamlet of Winthrop, I found new inspiration, I…

Pre-winter, Winter, Post-winter, Road Reconstruction

One day when I first moved to Boston, I was listening to Car Talk on NPR.  I hadn’t lived in Boston for very long but I already loved what I heard from the Magliozzi brothers on their show.  I could not believe that I spent hours listening to a show where two goof balls told stories about cars.  I am not a car person and I…

Everybody Hurts

Every year for the past few years, my friends and I gather at Revere Beach to make this thing called a mandala.  Its a kind of a shape in the sand that is filled in with flowers.  The friends I see at this occasion are people I’ve known for years.  We exchange what’s going on with us and all of our hurts and our…

Saturdays If You Like

Yeah, that’s a lame title, but I couldn’t think of a better one. Well anyway, let me explain it.  When I was a kid, up until now, one of my favorite movies has been The Gods Must Be Crazy, about a Bushman forced out of the Kalahari to dispose of an evil Coke bottle that has been dropped into his village by an absent…

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. “Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning…