Thursday, October 16, 2008

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Evening Rest for Hard Working Tug

The sun sets a bit earlier now, the water takes on a bluer aspect and the sky has golden tones at sunset. A hard working little tug gets a well deserved rest after a hard days work in the New York Harbor.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Castles are for Dreaming

My thoughts by night are often filled
With visions false as fair:
For in the past alone I buildMy castles in the air.
I dwell not now on what may be:
Night shadows o'er the scene:
But still my fancy wanders free
Through that which might have been.
Thomas Love Peacock

Monday, September 01, 2008

September Begins....

September is golden , I am not sure why
I only know it's sunlight lends gold to the twilight sky.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

NY Summer... A Secret Garden

Brick Garden Walls are for hiding secret gardens and sylvan streams that dance and sparkle in the sunlight.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

NY Summer, Rowing on the Lake

........Noon, hiving sweets of sun and flower,
Has fallen on dreams in wayside bower,
Where bees hold honeyed fellowship
With the ripe blossom of her lip;
All silent are her poppied vales
And all her long Arcadian dales,
Where idleness is gathered up
A magic draught in summer's cup.
Come, let us give ourselves to dreams
By lisping margins of her streams. .........
Summer...Lucy Maud Montgomery

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Summer Sunset

Oh, gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flame a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapors drew
A sudden elemental sword.
The sun at bay with splendid thrusts still keeps the sullen fold;
And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold,
The thatched roof of a cot a-glance;
Or on the blurred horizon joins his battle with the haze;
Or pools the blooming fields about with inter-isolate blaze,
Great moveless meres of radiance. .... from "A Sunset by Victor Hugo"

Sunday, March 23, 2008

NewYork in Spring: Early Awakening

Early spring, the waterfall bubbles down the hill while the tenderest of green shoots poke their heads up to greet the warming sunshine. Deep in the heart of the city here, it's as quiet as an inner sanctum. Only the faintest hint of bird song and the splash of the water can be heard as we wander up the path.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Manhattan Twilight

"And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb,Always reminding me that we're apart"

... Hoagy Carmichael, 'Star Dust"