Grand Army Plaza, pictured yesterday, wasn’t the only attraction at Brooklyn Day in 1990. I found a section where girls were jumping rope. One of the photos in the background must have been a famous jump roper from the past. I didn’t recognize her, but I enjoyed the feelings of the old times in Brooklyn. It […]
I love the atmospherics of the photograph below. I took it early in 1990 when I was in a car pool commuting from Brooklyn to New York, where I worked. I used to leaf through books of New York City photographs taken by the old masters and pined for the times that they depicted. Some of […]
I took two photographs of the Pan Am building from my apartment, back in the late 1980s. A superposition of the two shots would not preserve the features of the skyline in daylight, so I offset one image from he other.
I was just getting used to New York as my city in 1988, when I took the photo below. Everything about New York was new to me back then and I enjoyed the visual incongruences that I could capture in my camera. The scene below was taken in on 23rd Street and 5th Avenue looking […]
Underground passageways have been a theme of my dreams since childhood. One source of this dream content (in addition to the contribution of general psychological factors) could be a trip to see the Yankees at Yankee Stadium with my dad when I was a kid. We saw Mickey Mantel, Yogi Berra, Roger Maris and company play. They […]
Another reminiscence of one of my walks around East Side Park when I lived in Manhattan. The park bench caught my eye, as did the Williamsburg Bridge in the background.
There are three things that go wrong when you get old: your memory; your eyesight and I forgot the other one. I always forget something when I go on a trip. Once, I was so proud that I remembered the power cord for my computer only to realize that I forgot the computer itself. On the […]
I’m always looking for interesting things. Sometimes they are run-of-the-mill items that I look at differently. For example, in the yard yesterday, I saw a flower that hadn’t completed its transition to complete wakefulness. The stamens were in the process of stretching out. I caught them in their semi butterfly’s-tongue state. Back in 1988 I was […]
During my walks around New York in the late 1980s and 1990s I saw many interesting things. I frequently walked south on Broadway to an important dividing line: Houston Street (pronounced How-stun). It divides South of Houston (SoHo) from North of Houston (NoHo). I don’t know how many times I looked south from the northern corner […]
This would have been my mother’s 91st birthday. She died shortly after her 90th, last year. My younger brother Dave and I were there. Dave brought his piano and played for her. We miss you, Mom.
