Photography

Pothole Dreams

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Pothole dreams got me
Fishin’ down a stream.
Long days in the sun
Is where I belong.
I crave salty air
And how it tangles in my hair.
Sick of this flat earth
And train rides under cold dirt.
This is not where I belong,
This is not where I belong!
Where sewers seep
And you can’t get to sleep,
Because sirens won’t stop -
This Big Apple surely rots.
Get me out of here
Before I lose all that’s sincere.
Get me back in the sun
Where we all get along
And the pace is slow
And there’s no need for go, go, go.
I’ve got nothing to prove
Except my love for you
And I’m finding it hard to do
When I’m drowning in a noose.
My soul wants to break free,
Oh baby won’t you come with me?

Land Bridge in Bar Harbor, Maine at Sunset

I Belong to The Sun

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I belong to the sun

And rustling leaves,

To the birds and their tunes

To the sweet gentle breeze.

I belong on dirt roads,

Barefoot and dusty,

To the creeks and mountains

Where nature surrounds me.

I belong in small towns

Where there’s not much to do,

Except go on long hikes

And crack a cold one with you.

I belong on the beach

With my feet in the sand,

Listening to Zach Bryan

While you hold my hand.

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How to reconcile the banality of my external — no — I will not be caught in the deception of duality, it is all my life. There is time for what I enjoy to do and time for what I must do.

Stillness in an unstill place

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Stillness in an unstill place
But my chest still aches
What have I become
What will I be
I feel like a spec
Though I span galaxies

To Flow

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It’s easy to flow when there’s no rubble to block the way, but life often comes with snags. Rather than wishing for an easier path, sharpen your mental tools that will prepare you to overcome life’s inevitable obstacles. Most suffering is created in the mind, so when we improve the quality of our thoughts, we improve the quality of our life.

The Art of Perception

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It is not the subject that I find interesting, but the way in which a common scene acts as a canvas for my perception to transform beyond its common state of being, and consequently my ordinary state of feeling and seeing. I prefer discovery over creation. Photography is the only art form where perception itself becomes the driving force. There is no pencil to paper, no molding of clay, it is the purely intangible act of visual perception that creates the image. The act of photographing offers me a way out of common life and habitual thought patterns, it frees me from myself. For me, photographing in this way, it becomes a spiritual act. It is an intimate state of coming back to the divine and beautiful nature of life itself.

The Quiet Poetry of Snow and Spirit

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Photographs taken in Astoria Park, Feb., 2025

The gentle presence of snow is at once calming to the body and enlivening to the spirit. Being from the south, I still — after several years living up north — find snowfall to be a particularly special occurrence. To see a park that was once familiar transformed by a beautiful soft blanket that covers everything the eye can see, it’s easy to compare this visual endlessness with the nature of ones spirit: The spirit does not demand recognition and yet its presence is felt easily when one is quiet; The nature of spirit is lighter than a feather and yet its powerful affect touches every moment of the soul. Walking through the snow, everything becomes softened not only visually, even the sound of distant conversations and cars going by becomes a gentle, dreamlike melody. Times like this remind me once more that your highest self is not found through force but surrender. To move softly through the world, to move within ones own very self, is poetry too pure for articulation.

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

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.

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Astoria Queens 2025 Calendar

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Astoria Queens 2025 Calendar 〰️

 

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grit + emergence

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