lest you think...

...i'm a complete curmudgeon
i offer this evidence.







caught without my camera
i had to rely on the iPhone.

if you find yourself in the city
on thanksgiving day
and the parade route doesn't change
you could do worse than grab a cup of coffee
at bouchon bakery
and watch the parade from the vantage point
of the A/X store at the time warner center

you do see the back end of the balloons
but it's warm and uncrowded.

black friday: a rant

guest blogger ebby scrooge here
with a bah humbug commentary.

my bona fides include having walked through
the main floor of Macy's Herald Square
this morning.
at 7:30.
for research.

being, as i am,
a speck of dust
near a ball bearing
on a cog
in a gear
that turns the aging machinery
that is media
i'd like to take the occasion
of this arbitrarily exalted day
to apologize in advance.



for the heartwarming stories to which you will,
henceforth and for two fortnights, be subjected.

for the endless instructions on wrapping gifts,
cooking turkey and determining which overpriced
merchandise is appropriate for which relative.

for the adorable photos of animals and children
in Santa and/or elf costumes.

for inevitable coverage of the hyperilluminated houses
of people whose desire for attention
is exceeded only by the octomom.

for the hackneyed ledes which will involve
halls (decked), bells (jingling) and ho ho hos,
and for the overworked headlines
which will invoke nights silent.

for the lists of celebrity resolutions
real and imagined my most sincere apologies.

have a good holiday,
and hold on tight -
there's a new decade
dead ahead.

giving thanks

this post marks the
anniversary of
one year of blogging.

i still dislike the word: blog,
yet the experience has been
enriching, stimulating and
inspiring in unforseen ways.

thanks to everyone who has
viewed, read or commented.

thanks to the online friends
who have become friends in
the so-called real world
and those who will.

wasps, paper

jeanne-claude

jeanne-claude, artist,
wife and partner of christo
died on november 18.

here, some photographs i took
during their new york project
the gates
in the winter of 2005








you'll find more of my photographs
from this extraordinary project here

poised

in the mist
of a distant morning
nothing in focus
i see myself

waiting to be ready
for change

iPhone women

i could sit and draw these women
endlessly.
or until the charge runs out.

texture

perfect for a friday

man and nature

more exquisite miscellany
from snow farm.

iPhone autumn

for more of my iPhone photos go
here

juxtaposing

for more autumn in new england
check out the three galleries here

mass moca

museums are already filled with
isms.
when, exactly, did they succumb to
acronymism?

before it was MoMA,
the Museum of Modern Art was just
'the modern'. i liked the modern.
it was, you know, modern.

the acronym for the
museum of contemporary art
in north adams massachsetts
sounds like a highly caffeinated
flash mob event.

kinda cute though, i admit. the name.
the museum is nothing short of spectacular.

i had the opportunity to visit
with m. heart of secret notebooks during the first week of my well deserved 2 week vacation.

the sol lewitt building - a four floor retrospective
of his wall drawings -
will be around for 25 years.



above is a piece by sean landers from
the exhibition 'this is killing me'
about being an artist,
and the nature of creation

the rest is the architecture of
mass moca and pieces of sol lewitt