too late i loved you, o beauty ever ancient and ever new!

too late i loved you! and, behold, you were within me, and i out of myself, and there

i searched for you....

saint augustine, confessions ~ 354-430AD

ago

time falling

away

tears

falling

away

years fading, ebb

and

expire

doors closing

life renewing

west side

walk this way

julius, on the YAZ set.... morningside park

ronnie roc and lucky

on monroe street, brooklyn

happy 14th bornday, baptiste girls

going this way

for the pirate who finds hearts

sitting in the passenger side of my dear friends ride....

in sha allah...

eastern parkway, 6:30pm

hoyt and pacific~ 5:30pm

eastern parkway~ 6:30pm

la luna is my first love

we move

Fela's People ~ more to come

our boy has a lot going on in his head... sometimes things come out, sometimes they stay deep within. this series happened over a weekend when he was thinking about making portraits of his friends to give as gifts... turned into a whole other thing... x

smith street, 7pm

my best girl, ever

second ave and first street, 10:55am

scene on the way...

coney island night lights

coney island is a voyeurs paradise... eyes stung open by salt sea spray, cheeks flushed with the chill of the atlantic ocean... surrounded by the flesh and blood that give this city, this borough, her heartbeat. but stay til after dark, on a summer breezy july night, and the skies explode with otherworldliness that suspends disbelief and fosters imagination, every time.

yes, i mean it... with love

carry on

sometimes, there are too many things said. sometimes, there should be a lot less talking. many times, we don't say what we mean... but often, we say things we don't, can't mean... too infrequently, we speak plain truth. whatever the case, carry on...

thanks, NPR.

even later