waiting ...

waited patiently
my new iPhone
that pup 
was with its person
 sitting in 
one of Apple's seminars

it appears 
it had to do
drawing on the screen
 of a .. 
i dont know what

 i wasnt close enough to see!

looking up

brooding skies
chimney pots
dormer windows
wires galore
fill the skyscape
drury street

i promise i will get back to sharing photos from nyc ... soon

from the way back machine ...

it looks cold doesnt it?
it was

that was taken 3 years ago on a very cold winter day
i confess i have not taken any new photos since i got back from dublin
i guess i need to get on it

in the window

it aways, in my opinion, pays to look up
this woman 
in her window 
 the noise 
temple bar
very new orleans 
sort of area

morning skies

i always loved seeing those pink skies
til i learned the pink was due to pollution

more dogs of ireland

these pups and their people 
along the walk 
the greystones dart station into 'town'

odds and ends

i think i have almost run out of photos from my recent trip to dublin
one of the things aside from chimney pots i loved were the skies
99.99% of the time it looked as if it were about to not just rain but storm
here are some of my favorite looking up snaps
taken in greystones a short train ride up the irish coast

church of the holy rosary

glasnevin cemetery

one fine morning 
 i was in 
we took a bus

(full disclosure this is from the bus ride back)

the very beautiful 

that incredible tree looms above some monuments

birds circling overhead

birds nestled in trees

the cafe which is part of the museum

and a section that hasnt yet been restored

its an incredible place
i love cemeteries
they are peaceful and filled with interesting headstones
this particular cemetery
with its rich history
brought me to tears

remembering ...

From the 104th Floor
by Leda Rodis (age 14 in 2001)

When the plane hit the building
rocked first
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
and me
at Coney Island.

So much to leave behind. And yet so little.

Running down the hall I remembered
my mother
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
happen everyday.

Under the blown-out exit sign
a crowd
is screaming,
on the door.
I know:


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
my picture
of you.
I look out
at the blue morning.
I expect
to see God there.
But what I really see is
another plane.
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.

When I originally posted this many asked who Leda Rodis was ...

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 using black-and-white animation as a way of honoring both the writer’s vision and the courage of the people who perished.

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drury buildings

cocktail bar/restaurant/event space
52-55 drury street

we didnt go in 
the outside 
photographer's delight


my biggest concern before my trip to dublin was rainwear
ireland like paris like amstedam
is right on the water
cities right on the water tend to be wet

but its the end of summer
my slicker is lined
too hot to wear 
too hot to schlep
i bought two packable rain 'coats'
one folds up into itself pocketsize
the other is a poncho that can fit in shoulderbag or tote
i even bought a cheap pair of coated sort of rubberized keds
i was prepared

every morning we woke to skies like this

(out the back window of our room)

rainwear in my bag 
off we'd go

on friday 
we went 
Trinity College

to see
 the Book of Kells exhibit
no photos were permitted

we also wandered the absolutely gorgeous library
where photos were permitted

Long Room
 the Old Library
is 213 ft
built between 1712-1732
architect Thomas Burgh
200,000 books
its the largest library in ireland

down those stairs is the gift shop

it was mesmerizing
so many books
such amazing light
such incredible architecture
the ceiling!!!

when we left 
we walked out
 onto the the lush green campus 

it had rained 
while we were inside

the only rain during our entire stay in dublin
these were the only umbrellas we saw 

(anne's lane, off anne street south)