what survives

 who says that all must vanish

 who knows, perhaps the flight

 of the bird you wound remains

 and perhaps flowers survive caresses in the ground

 it isn't the gesture that lasts

 but it dresses you again in gold

 armor--from breast to knees--

 and the battle was so pure

 an Angel wears it after you...

-What Survives by Rainer Maria Rilke; photos: scenes from US Route 20

twist in my sobriety

Stan on Randolph St.

I've been re-editing all my old favorites to compile them into a photo book. I was hesitant to take on this project because my files are somewhat messy, and I can only work a few photos at a time (because there's so much Netflix that needs watching. :)) Anyway, I took this photo of Stan in 2008. I was standing near the entrance of the train tunnel where my friend Roark, who used to sell Streetwise News, introduced us. Roark said to Stan, "She wants to take your picture." I wasn't yet used to being a person with a camera on the street and I was very shy. Well, today, I'm still very shy, and clumsy, and awkward, but so many other things have changed: sadly, my friend Roark isn't with us anymore-- he passed away in 2012 and I miss him still, I never saw Stan again but since then, I've taken hundreds more photos--thousands, in fact.. anyway, I'll end here with this lovely and enigmatic Tanita Tikaram song, pls enjoy....

living the dream

frederiksted, st.croix

goodbye ziggy

I don't know where I'm going from here but I promise it won't be boring.--david bowie

perks are best here

good questions

can you be sick for a home you've never seen?
--Jen Rose

do the shells still hear the sea though they are in pieces?
--L.L. Barkat

how long can this coffee cup last?

--Megan Willome