Start 2011 off right. Don’t start any of those drastic changes required by your resolutions until Monday, January 3.
Category: photography
Church Street Christmas
Buses don’t run on Christmas in Burlington. If you be here, you be here. If you not be here, you be somewhere else. Odd. You can hear the traffic signals. No outsiders. College kids home. Street people all snuggled up in shelters and motels and camps. No stores open, except for Rite Aid. No restaurants. Gray. Cold. Deserted.
David on Cherry Street
One goes. One comes. My friend Barry said he looks depressed. Not for me to judge, though he don’t look happy during his holiday season. I’d say he looks cold and alone.
Stephen Shore at Bard
Who knows what be next? Visited Bard to hear an explanation of the limited residenct MFA program. Took a tour of the campus. Walked past Steven Shore’s office in the photography building. Left my card on his door. I wouldn’t say it was the functional equivalent of what Philip Roth described in The Ghost Writer where the fledgling writer spends the night at the home of his idol, but I felt the vibes. Shore doesn’t teach in the MFA program. Too bad.
Demolition of New Car Garage and Battery Jeans
Heard on the street that Homeland Security had bought the building. Then I read in the paper that a permit had been obtained to build an office building and maybe some coops. The developers took Waterfront Video. Then they took Battery Jeans and Good News Garage. The face of downtown Burlington be a changing.
Westboro Babtist at OZ
Get Low Duck
I realize that I am not supposed to be in a cemetery, because I am a Kohane. So I go in my street clothes, instead of my priestly garb. One day, I will lie here in a shroud, to be followed by Sharon. Pretty wierd feeling to be looking up at the sky from the spot where I will lay for eternity.
Scott in Battery Park
Had not seen him for a while. He was sitting behind the bandstand. Complained that he couldn’t get his eye drop prescription filled for a day and was having trouble seeing.
Fritz Lang at Fleming
To make a relationship work, you need to have things in common with your companion, otherwise you don’t have anything to talk about and you don’t need to be together. Sharon and I share film in common. Luckily, we both like film noir. Otherwise, we have lots of conflicting tastes. You could not guess correctly, if you tried who likes what.
Hope Cemetery and Its Vehicles
The Pharaohs had boats to take them to the Netherworld. Some at Hope Cemetery have their lives as drivers recognized in death. Another must have liked to drive while listening to music. One has the car ready to drive the causeway to heaven. The graphics and sculptures make going to graveyards uplifting and interesting. All the dead have stories, but few have illustrations that hint of their lives. The addition of images gives those who didn’t know the person interred a hint as to their backgrounds and reminds those who do of something of importance to their loved one which they adorned to the grave in what must have been an act of love.