Monday, June 17, 2019

By Chance, on Sunday

At City Lore - Waterfront Heroes

... Those profiled and honored in the exhibit include Samir Farag of the Museum of Maritime Navigation & Communication; Ray Keenan of the Sandy Hook Pilots Association; Waterfront Museum founder David Sharps; steam whistle collector Conrad Milster; Adam Green, founder and executive director of Rocking the Boat, empowering youth through boatbuilding and environmental stewardship; the South Shore Bay House Owners Association; North Oyster Bay Baymen’s Association; Fulton fish market painter Naima Rauam; the South Shore Waterfowlers Association; Hurricane Sandy hero and kavi singer Seetha Wickramasuriya; and Carolina Salgeuro, founder and president of PortSide NewYork, a living lab for promoting better urban waterways.

This exhibit includes historic and contemporary photographs and videos by noted photographers Thomas Pich, Martha Cooper, Mike Busch from Great South Bay Images, and others. Exhibit design by Fred Elman and Joan Raiselis.

Naima Rauam

"Everything is holy! everybody’s holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman’s an angel! —Allen Ginsberg"

At  Dean Lance's exhibition Mourn the Dead, Fight Like Hell for the Living, part of this year's Howl Festival.

Sunday, June 9, 2019

Pick a Vape

Beyond Vapes"& Convenience is a few doors down from Vapes on Broadway.  Bonus points for the faded ad for criminal injury lawyer John J. Ciafone on the Broadway side of the Beyond Vapes" building, and for the shutters & No Parkig signs next door to Vapes on Broadway.  It's a tough one.

Friday, May 31, 2019

Two Hundred Years

And how I was not palpable once but am now ... and was born
           on the last day of May 1819  .... and passed from a babe
           in the creeping trance of three summers and three winters
           to articulate and walk .... all are equally wonderful.

And that I grew six feet high .... and that I have become a man
           thirty-six years old in 1855 .... and that I am here anyhow ....
           are all equally wonderful;
And that my soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other
           without ever seeing each other, and never perhaps to see
           each other, is every bit as wonderful.

                                             Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (1855)