for more wonderful monochrome photos visit Loose Ends the blog home of host/creator Aileni
This is a 'living statue' its the N'awlins version
of a street mime or panhandler or perhaps a brusker
(just out of camera range was a bucket for 'tips')
This particular gentleman and his faux pup were 'striding'
(I mean how do you describe someone who isnt moving but seems to be?)
across Royale Street in March, 2005
AND she said if it was 'pimped' on commentor's blogs, there was a better chance to win ... I am all for pimping to win .. go see Kate and enter her contest ... you can thank me later (and if you win you know I will come collect half of what she gives you ....)
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"Invitation to Prayer" is a sculpture of Jeremiah Lanphier, created by renowned artist Lincoln Fox, sits outside the Museum of Biblical Art on Broadway @ 61 Street
Since I try hard to visit everyone on my blog roll I am deleting the duplications.
Anyone whose feelings are hurt ... pull up your socks and get over it.
That is all.
I took a 35mm photo of these swans and their cygnets in Central Park's lake a few years ago.
Recently I joined Paintbox Pictures and learned a bit about Photoshop Elements (#6 for Mac)
I applied the Posterize Effect and this is what I got.
From the 104th Floor
by Leda Rodis (age 14 in 2001)
When the plane hit the building
to the right
to the left,
and outside all the skyscrapers
of New York
seemed to tremble.
The alarms screamed louder
than we did, and I knew
it was time to get away. It's funny
what you notice:
a pen rolling across the floor
my screen saver flicker and go off
a picture of you
at Coney Island.
So much to leave behind. And yet so little.
Running down the hall I remembered
taking me to the top
of the Empire
State Building when I was just
a little girl,
telling me that a plane
had crashed there a long
time ago. So I thought that maybe
what happened. Just
an accident. And accidents
Under the blown-out exit sign
on the door.
You have to believe that I tried. I'm not the one
to give up.
Back at my desk, I rescue
the rolling pen,
at the blank screen, and
I look out
at the blue morning.
to see God there.
But what I really see is
And I know what it means.
But I don't know why...
I always thought that life was full of choices.
It always has been.
What to wear
Where to eat
Who to love
(and you know who I chose).
Now my choices have been taken away from me.
The men in the planes have narrowed my choices
Death by fire, or death by fall.
I see the smoke
filling the room
It's hard to breathe
I look towards the open window.
would falling feel like?
I remember the roller coaster at Coney Island.
The wind tugging at my hair
How good it felt to scream.
The feeling in my stomach.
And how all the way down
I was with you.
many of you have asked who Leda Rodis is ...
ON SEPTEMBER 11, 2001, 14-year-old Leda Rodis was in her high school library in Vermont, researching a freshman English assignment, when the announcement came over the loudspeaker: airplanes had been flown into both towers of the World Trade Center in New York. Like people everywhere that day, Leda watched the unreal images on television as the mammoth structures burned, then collapsed, killing thousands. The image that stuck with Leda most was that of two very brave people jumping from the towers, holding hands. Rather than die in the fire the terrorists had created, they chose to jump. And they chose to do it together.
More than any other event in history, images from 9/11 are forever seared onto humanity’s collective consciousness. Every person has tried in some way to come to terms with that day. Leda decided to write a poem. “From the 104th Floor” flowed through her as if a voice had come up out of the rubble. Though it memorializes the events and feelings of that day, “From the 104th Floor” is in the end a love poem. An inspiration. Love is bigger than terror.
Leda’s mother shared the poem with a friend in Brooklyn, Serguei Bassine, a young filmmaker. The poem’s images dug so deeply into him that in the weeks following 9/11 he would stand up and recite it on his subway commute from Brooklyn into Manhattan. Each time he read he saw horror turn to grief and then to hope in the eyes of his rapt listeners. For a long time he wrestled with how to bring the poem’s images to film without violating the integrity of the poem, or the enormity of the experiences of the people who were lost. In the end he made a short film usingblack-and-white animation as a way of honoring both the writer’s vision and the courage of the people who perished.
Over there on the right .... scroll down .. keep going .. THERE ...
Okay ... its a new toy, a way to waste time and meet new blogs and bloggers .. try it out ..
Go ahead ..
Be brave ... it won't bite ....
Apparently from the comments I am reading my post isnt clear ... you are supposed to click on the center of the black box .. either this one here in the post or the one on my side bar. You will be presented with options .. pick one or the other... then after several of those you will get a screen which asks if you want to visit a 'mystery blog' or .. I forget the other choice .. no matter which you choose you will end up at another blog that is participating in this 'game'.
Did that help?