To Feel Anything

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The golden hue of sunrise bathes me, cleanses me, purifies me. It tells me to relax, to feel, to become more softly attentive. Today is a new day and I am thankful to be alive.

“To feel anything
deranges you. To be seen
feeling anything strips you
naked. In the grip of it
pleasure or pain doesn’t
matter. You think what
will they do what new
power will they acquire if
they see me naked like
this. If they see you
feeling. You have no idea
what. It’s not about them.
To be seen is the penalty.”

- Anne Carson

Acadia National Park

Experimental film shot in Maine // Somehow the unknown results of film captures that immaterial feeling, that internal state of being experienced in a given space, unexpectedly exposing a nostalgic whisper only the soul can recognize.

Walking Thoughts

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Found this beautiful scene on a crisp, sunny Sunday Morning walk. Love my neighborhood of Astoria, Queens!

“You cannot expand your truth until you first understand your truth.”

“Ideals, when utilized to their greatest extent, are to be goals that lift you higher, not expectations that weigh you down.”

2025 Astoria Queens Calendar Is Here!

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This twelve-month calendar features beautiful photographs taken throughout the vibrant neighborhood of Astoria, Queens in New York City! From the dazzling Fourth of July fireworks display at Astoria Park and picturesque winter scenes to our beloved Neptune Diner, this calendar beautifully captures the heart and charm of Astoria.

Astoria Queens 2025 Calendar

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Astoria Queens 2025 Calendar 〰️

 

You can checkout the calendar online at my Etsy site as well by following this link: https://www.etsy.com/listing/1813931675/2025-calendar-of-astoria-queens-new-york?ref=listings_manager_grid

grit + emergence

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One World Trade Center

From mid-afternoon to twilight, photographs of the One World Trade Center form different points of view.

Transitory Transformation

I always, without fail, feel a swelling of emotions when I find myself at an airport. Seeing off a loved one, being picked up or arriving on my own; the circumstances may change, yet I am always overwhelmed with the same feeling of transformation - as if something is being lost, or gained, or a mixture of the two. Even when I have looked forward to the trip, the state of arrival, I feel a sense of loss for the place I am departing from. As if it will not be the same when I return, or that, perhaps, I will not be the same when I return; that these are the final moments of this particular version of myself I will never have back again. It is a thrilling sensation, I feel loss for the soon-to-be-past, and yet a deep longing for the unknown, new version of myself I am soon to meet.

Thoughts: Malevich, Materiality & The Divine

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Malevich did not make his black squares for the core reason of bringing materiality to the forefront of the dialogue. No, that is too simple of a theory. Malevich was breaking the third dimension traditionally depicted on the canvas, to reveal the eternity of the fourth dimension. His paintings are free of distance, direction, all aspects characteristic of our three dimensional experience. But the minds of the historians and critics were limited, as the mind is inherently trapped in time, logic and reason. And since Malevich’s work transcended such aspects of the mind, the historian could never fully get to the truth of Malevich’s work. Instead, they falsely theorized his work as a conversation about materiality, trapping his work inside the limits of their mental web of clever ideas. This in fact, could not be more incorrect. Malevich was expressing the eternal divine, where the chains of time turn to grains of sand, where all that ever was, is and will be, is always now.

as my spirit drifts

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The universe, in response to my unrelenting quest

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The universe, in response to my unrelenting quest, revealed its true nature to me. Only that I cannot convey its perfection by any means, as it exists beyond the limitations of language, or any other form of expression. And it is this very impossibility that lies at the heart of every photograph and every piece of writing I have created since this unveiling. The chance to express even a momentary glimpse of that eternal, perfect realm is enough to fuel my soul through this life and into whatever may arise after.

Happy Fourth!

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This red and blue photograph signifies the heart of Fourth of July celebrations: Fireworks! Captured during the firework display at Astoria Park in Queens, this image includes the iconic Hell Gate Bridge alongside views of New York City in the background.

Quiet Moments

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Bathed in the blue cloak of morning

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Bathed in the blue cloak of morning,
The winged creature orchestra
Sings a masterpiece for no one.
Wise giants whisper in unison
While the window units whir on.
Human silence, the perfect tune.
And wind, that river of reminders:
Let your thoughts drift to the ether,
Pass through the pink scarred sky,
For transcendence through healing
Is the way to lasting light.

Thought Tides

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Some thoughts are alluring. You want to feel the emotions they illicit within you, you want to swim in the storyline of your own drama. So you swim in its current, and soon it becomes a riptide you cannot escape. And then you are caught, struggling to keep from drowning. Eventually, despite your desire, you give up, surrendering to the tide, only to find yourself back on the shore as if it was all a strange daydream. 

The Rain Rumbles

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The rain rumbles
Settling in my skin
All I want to do is
Feel warmth again
To be free and alive
Far from hate and strife
Let me dance in love
Flow through the wind
Please oh god let me live again