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Glamorizing
Yes, I turned the camera glamour gun on the one of the least glamorous places on the earth — Newark Penn Station. I went inside with the intention of buying a magazine and some gummy bears and to take a few pictures. What I saw was an old fashioned train station and if there is anything I love, it is an old fashioned train station:
The Bison Are Looking Strange Today
Uncle Sam Stood On A Lawn
People of Philadelphia
I spent a thoroughly charming day in the city of brotherly love. True I did go to see the Liberty bell, but I ate no cheese steak.
Philadelphia reminds me a lot of Boston, with its old brick buildings and historical type things.
As is my habit, I did a bit of people watching:
And it being Memorial Day in a historic American city, there were a lot of Betsey Rosses and small American patriots. Just like in Boston:
Accidents Happen
Mountain Lions Be Like..
That Movie Thing Again
Many years ago I watched a movie called “Breaking the Waves” by an odd Danish filmmaker named Lars Von Trier. I was going thought a dark phase in my life, lots of thoughts running around in my head about a lot of things and I sought out answers in movies.
This Breaking the Waves movie was not the answer to my problems. I mean as a piece of filmmaking, it was pretty stellar despite the depressing subject matter that involved an paralyzed husband asking his wife to have sex with other men to help his recovery along. It was dark, depressing subject matter. Really heavy stuff.
The movie was told in chapters, one after the other. To introduce each chapter there would be these big landscape photographs with a lot of dark clouds. I should say that they weren’t exactly photographs, more like movie stills with one colorful moving element. As is usual in anything I recall from movies, it was the images that stuck with me all of these years.
Today while taking a boat around Boston harbor, those images came back to me. Probably because “Breaking the Waves” takes place on the North Sea and our climate around here resembles that.
Ladies and gents, we are heading into the dark shadows:
































