Faucets Installed
When I saw this poster on the street in New York City in the 1990s, I thought it was hilarious. I still think it’s pretty funny… Does it fall under the category, appropriated art; highjacked art?
Tag Archives: photojournalism
Silent Valentine’s Day
More Newsstands, NYC
My photography showcase continues with more of my NYC photographs. For this post, I selected two of my black and white photographs of newsstands from the 1990s when I lived in New York City.
Another Leaf
I think The Healing Garden gardener is correct: Arthur, my pet avocado sapling is irretrievable. I’m going to probably chronicle Arthur’s demise, since I did all I could to revive him. Is that wrong? It probably isn’t for a plant. The animal kingdom is probably different. Some would say it is definitively wrong to chronicle the […]
Telepathy and Time Travel
I am very interested in the concept of communication. This stems from my frustration in establishing a meaningful (to me) way to reach my brother Mike, who is autistic, profoundly retarded and nonverbal. This is one of the themes that I frequently revisit in this blog. Mental telepathy I recently read On Writing by Stephen […]
Smirk of Face?
When I used to visit Mike at his group home, he would always respond to, “Gimme a high-five.” I don’t know where he picked that up, but he responded reliably, most of the time. Mike is my older brother who is autistic, low functioning and nonverbal. Mike is reacting to Dad’s request for a ‘high […]
Arm as Tool
This is my brother Mike. He is older than me, autistic, low functioning and nonverbal. That’s our Dad in the background. You can see that Mike has something in his hand. Wait, that’s my arm! He must want something. Dad didn’t understand what it was, so I guess Mike wants to use my arm to […]
Choosing a Photo
Culling In getting organized to move, I’ve been going through all the stuff I have. The best method I came up with was to make a binary decision: Keep or Toss. That is really hard, since I don’t want to end up throwing away some reference book that I could use for my writing, or […]
Loving
Group home buddies When I visited my older brother, Michael, in his group home, I always enjoyed talking with some of his housemates. Of course, there were some who, like Mike, seemed to be beyond communication. One resident, J___, always seemed interested in what I was doing. He must have been profoundly deaf, as his […]
Sticky Mike
The pictures below are among the first I took of my brother Mike in my adult life. I started taking his picture on his 40th birthday at the Developmental Center. I wanted, somehow, to document his life, but I wasn’t exactly sure how to do it. I wanted to include relationships between Mike and the […]
