So fast

Today I was on the Whitestone Bridge and the sky and the clouds and light were so beautiful. I feel in those moments I am trying so much to capture whatever struck me, what stopped me, to keep it, to remember. It all goes so fast, everything. Funny to think we can stop anything, catch anything. Thinking we have control. I guess this is why photography was invented - the burning need to capture, to save. The most beautiful moments I have ever seen I had no desire to take out a camera. The best things stay with you, and if you are lucky you get to share them with someone.

many Thanks.

Thanks

That's me, the little yellow tree supported and sheltered from the storm by a strong group of friend trees. I give thanks for that and a million other things on Thanksgiving and on most other days as well.

4 chambered heart

This amazing tree is in front of my aunt and uncle's house in New Hampshire. I love this tree. I took lots of pictures up there last week and the results can be seen here.

This should happen to everyone

Today a colleague of Kim's proposed to his lucky girlfriend in Grand Central Station. He asked Kim to video the event and I came along to take pictures. The lady of the day, Sarah, apparently really likes Dirty Dancing, so Ronnie arranged for some dancers to do the dance to the song "I've Had the Time of My Life" and then he joined in as they were watching, seemingly just on an innocent stroll through the station. At the end of the song, he and the dancers got in a huddle and he came out with the ring in a box and got down on one knee. The entire hall cheered and clapped along with us. So sweet. So New York. Congratulations Sarah & Ronnie.I'm a romantic. No matter what happens, I believe in love.

Scenic outlook

I went to stay up in New Hampshire for a bit with my aunt and uncle this past week. On the way back the other day I saw a sign for a scenic outlook, so I quickly pulled off the highway. I was puzzled at what the highway folks call a scenic outlook, I mean, it's a lovely New England vista, but nothing too dramatic. Then I looked up and that made it worth it to me. The hazy strips and the one small beautiful cloud just coming out from behind the trees describes my brain these days. Haze and murk and sun occasionally, but somewhere always in the corner, that bright spot that wants to show itself, wants to shine.

Empire State

Here is my grandmother Roys on the observation deck of the Empire State building with 2 of her sisters and parents, circa 1937 I would guess. You can see the Chrysler building off to the right. Everything about this picture makes me happy. Click on it to see bigger..Roys, maybe 15 years old

These woods are lovely, dark and deep...

But I have promises to keep.And miles to go before I sleep.

Is this seat taken?

my great grandfather Malcolm

I don't smoke anymore but he makes me want a cigar.

Adrift

Montauk, 8am

Lesley

Wet leaves

Holy Fuck - Red Lights

I don't know this band that well, but I have watched this several times today. This is like what my dreams are like, or would be, on the best night ever.

the madness

how funny are human beings that we make chambers and canyons like this?

Robert and Marjorie

My great grandparents Warfield. WW1. They are so beautiful.

Freddy Blu

another Jersey driver in training.

I remember Bepop

It has been over a year since my Grandfather died and I was thinking a lot about him recently, and family in general. I have many of my grandparents family photographs now, from many generations and layers of different families that joined together over the years, so I have lots of ancestors squirming around in nice new photo boxes on the shelves. I feel them with me, walking around with me, watching me, waiting to see what I am going to do. The dead must laugh at all the sorrow we put ourselves through. All we really have to do is love each-other and try to be good to those around us. My bepop, Donald Warfield Sr was pretty damn good at these things.

age 2, so around 1923-4. On the back of the photo it says East 45th Street, Chicago. The south side.
Ok, so this picture deserves it's own little section, but anyway. That's Bepop to the left of Marlene Dietrich in Maastricht, The Netherlands in 1945. Maastricht was the first Dutch city to be liberated by allied forces. Bepop was also at the liberation of Paris as part of the signal corps. This must have been part of Marlene Dietrich's later USO tours. She was German, but a staunch anti-Nazi, and became an American citizen in 1939.
here he is, on the right, in 1965 on a boat, looks like a good party...