When a dream dies


Once a dream
now a memory
PL Precept # 7 Everything exists in Relativity
Each day is a new canvas.. live it to the fullest
Oyashikiri
When a dream dies


Once a dream
now a memory
PL Precept # 7 Everything exists in Relativity
Each day is a new canvas.. live it to the fullest
Oyashikiri

An old black and white. Someone in the family took the picture, don’t know who, but it reflects a simpler time.
With everything digital today, will the next generations have the same keepsakes?
PL Precept #16 All things Progress and Develop.
PL Precept #19 Begin once you Perceive
Oyashikiri

Since the passing of my Mother, I have drifted from one thought to another when I come to do something with my paints. For days I had this idea that I wanted to do birds on a wire, but……….. what I had in my mind’s eye and what I was able to think constructively about putting on canvas wasn’t jiving,
I’ve been thinking of bridges, doors, windows, nothing concrete, just thoughts that drift in and out. Of course I know in my mind somewhere tucked in a nook, I’m trying to find an abstract form for some of my thoughts. Life doesn’t just return to “normal” there are so many things to be done, people to contact, and so on.
It is during this time that you see just how different your thinking is from some one else’s. How many times have you heard me say, we are all so unique, each and every one of us. Evenings is when I like to escape into my workshop and just let my creativity speak for itself.
My playing made the above “statement” and now I’m digesting it. It isn’t about techniques, or colour choices, it’s about the unconscious mind given a platform to “speak” to me. My one sister is in the California area, and my nephew has flown back to Australia, that is what I see in the skyline. My other sister loves birds. and I… I’m abstract.. and in the picture.. but……….where…………probably the messy branch waiting for buds.. I saw buds round ones, faded behind the mist.. just never got to put them in. Or maybe I’m the leaf blowing in the wind.
The beauty of the moment is that it made me happy. My sincere thanks to all of you for your caring wishes, I’m fine, life is good, God is a steady glow within me, your prayers have touched me.. I love you all.
Oyashikiri
NY may see another bit of snow yet…
The day before it hit, the temperature (measured from the Equitable Building at 120 Broadway) was a balmy 40 degrees—and the forecast at the tail end of what had been a warm winter called for light rain.
The next morning, Monday, March 12, 1888, the rain had turned to snow, ferocious winds created heavy drifts, and temperatures dropped to the low 20s.(Below, Park Street in Brooklyn)
For the next 24 hours, “the city went into its gas-lighted rooms and its heated houses, and its parlors and beds tired, wet, helpless, and full of amazement,” reported the New York Sun on March 13. (Below, 14th Street)
Take a look at these scenes of the city during and after the “White Hurricane” that pummeled the metropolis at the start of a workweek in mid-March 129 years ago.
About 200 people were killed during the storm itself and many more succumbed…
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sea shapes that captivate
under water, far from the world above
lives a world of wonder
captured by a lens
so that we can know the beauty
that is not always seen
but is there non-the-less
faith is unseen
but is the strength and fiber
of our BEING
PL Precept # 11 Always be with God
Oyashikiri
LOVE unconditional and pure =GOD
photographer Darren Su

drums beating a steady rhythm
a deep droning chant
accompanied the talking drums
somewhere within the lush vegetation
there would be a path
leading towards the origins
of the mesmerizing communication
behind each door
is a the total sum
of what “Nature/Universe”
has in store for us
find the door
open the door
and walk through
for all you do
each passing day
if look to find the door
meant for you.
Q
Oyashikiri
romantic old NY =^_^=
In February 1860, a swift-moving evening blaze raged through a tenement on Elm Street—today’s Lafayette Street.
Ten women and children died, largely because firefighters’ ladders didn’t reach past the fourth floor.
The Elm Street fire certainly wasn’t the first to kill tenement dwellers. But thanks to newspaper coverage and the high death toll, it prompted an enormous outcry from city residents for building reform.
So a law was passed two months later mandating that city buildings be made of “fireproof” materials or feature “fire-proof balconies on each story on the outside of the building connected by fire-proof stairs.”
This regulation, and then the many amendments that came after it, was the genesis of the iconic New York fire escape—a sometimes lovely and ornate, often utilitarian and rusted iron passageway that helped cut down the number of casualties in tenement fires.
But as anyone who has ever lived in a tenement…
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