Saturday, May 31, 2008

Raymond Joval

Two time IBO Middleweight ChampionHagler Hearns Round 2

Friday, May 30, 2008


Golden Gloves K.O.Hagler Hearns Round 1

Thursday, May 29, 2008

On The Corner

Get Hip Little Doggies

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Salvaged Negatives

9 12 2001 in Union Square NYC USA

9 14 2001 Times Square NYC USA

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Stay Cool

Stone Jazz

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Mojo rising PT.II

MOJOS 2008
MOJOS 2006

Saturday, May 24, 2008

In the evening

Friday, May 23, 2008

So What

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Brother, Can You Spare A Dime?

They used to tell me
I was building a dream.
And so I followed the mob
When there was earth to plow
Or guns to bear
I was always there
Right on the job.
They used to tell me
I was building a dream
With peace and glory ahead.
Why should I be standing in line
Just waiting for bread?
Once I built a railroad
I made it run
Made it race against time.
Once I built a railroad
Now it's done
Brother, can you spare a dime?
Once I built a tower up to the sun
Brick and rivet and lime.
Once I built a tower,
Now it's done.
Brother, can you spare a dime?
Once in khaki suits
Gee we looked swell
Full of that yankee doodle dee dum.
Half a million boots went sloggin' through hell
And I was the kid with the drum!
Say don't you remember?
They called me Al.
It was Al all the time.
Why don't you remember?
I'm your pal.
Say buddy, can you spare a dime?

Once in khaki suits,
Ah, gee we looked swell
Full of that yankee doodle dee dum!
Half a million boots went sloggin' through hell
And I was the kid with the drum!
Oh, say don't you remember?
They called me Al.
It was Al all the time.
Say, don't you remember?
I'm your pal.
Buddy, can you spare a dime?

Gorney, Harburg

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Spillway sunrise

Tuesday, May 20, 2008


Monday, May 19, 2008

Roosevelt desk

Sunday, May 18, 2008

1928 Ruins

Saturday, May 17, 2008


Friday, May 16, 2008

Meet the new boss

"Didja get elected?"
"No, but I got nominated real good"

Thursday, May 15, 2008

View from Burroughs Range

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Burroughs Range

Tuesday, May 13, 2008


Monday, May 12, 2008

Empty Bench

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Stuck in my head

The wind was pickin' up. I tried to keep the two eagles in sight as the boat rocked. I was on my back squinting as they rode the thermals south, circling as they passed into the sun ring. Sun ring? Yeah, sun ring. I thought that was just about perfect until a jet plane entered the circle. what's the odds of that? It broke the spell and I remembered the plane I saw before it hit the towers. Happens every time I see a jet now. i took out my camera , dialed in the neutral density and shot the sun ring, but the eagles and the jet had moved on.
Here's a thumbnail so you won't think I'm foolin'.

I heard this tune more than 40 years ago. I haven't heard it again until tonight. It stuck in my head. I was some where in Bucks county with Rick Lord who's been missing all these years, maybe he'll turn up as well.

These days

I seem to be in a Stax mood these days as history plays itself out. The sheep are getting a little restless as they huddle together.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Mamas Day

Long Live Stax

Friday, May 9, 2008

Legendary landmarks

Mojo's in the summer of '06

After 30 plus years , Mojo's, the home of the greatest natural french fries in this solar system is being reborn. Those of you heading to Provincetown this summer know what I'm talking about.

Watch for Updates

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Looking back

Looking back on the Catskills

and past,
in this time of Mc Mansions
and a people bent on self destruction.
brings me further back to the route 66 that was..
The road held promise.

The Lincoln Highway,
Thanks to Andreas Feininger for the inspiring photo of this lost road and the darkroom clues.
Thanks to Muddy Waters for the attitude to walk these roads.
Dual dreams from two heroes.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Political Wisdom

Stressed and obsessed about the election?

Don't forget to have some fun.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Morning Lightning

Monday, May 5, 2008

Cinco De Mayo

the coyote left,
exit stage left,
split down to mexico.

to be continued.......

Sunday, May 4, 2008

around the bend

"we're going"
"we're going"
"to find scott"
'he's out in omaha somewhere!"
"we're going"
"i'm coming"
me and chet said "no your not" at the same time"
he was pretty pissed off as he followed us out of seventh st.
nobody even shut off the blues on the record player as the door closed behind us.
mudcat was on her own now just as she had been before she found me.
we had our leather jackets and no money and lots direction.
west to the west side highway, yeah there was still a west side highway in 65'
we were clockin' sidewalk like we was late for dinner. it would be a while before we ate again.
cleano looked at us like we were nuts. he was hurt that we wouldn't let him come.
it's gonna be tough out there we told him. we knew this because we were six months older.
he watched us walk the cobblestones then up the highway ramp.'
we were gone.
we didn't know scotts address or a soul in omaha.
brain surgeons, yep brain surgeons, thats what we were.
he was cleano then, he delivered the dry cleaning from burnside. now he's motzart in florida.
calls me up and asks me if i want to buy the george washington bridge.
i tell him he already sold it to me last year.
sometimes you just don't know whats around the bend.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Saturday may 3, 2008
cold moonlight framed in wind and noise. a steady beat along the rails. Lawson pulled a bottle of red wine from somewhere in that makinaw and handed it to chet. after a long and hard pull it was my turn. our stomachs empty for days. a summer night sitting on top of freight car somewhere east of the mississipi. i felt like an old timer in 1965. I had walked that lincoln highway that spring and come back for more. we had been lookin' for a new ride for a while. this train kept a rollin' all night long. I wanted to walk forward now that the wine had warmed me up. as i walked towards the engine we passed thru some mountains. I turned and saw my shadow in moonlight on the side of the mountain. i must have been a hundred feet tall. In the morning Lawson gave me this little blue book. He took his short red hair and his makinaw and jumped from the train as soon as the beat slowed down. Chet has been doggin me ever since he died in 1969, just like he did when we were kids. some friends are loyal. I still have this book after all that has been lost. I don't know why. .April 15 came and went this year. most people thought about taxes. I thought about the road. I always do. I thought about it years before while sitting in class daydreaming. it was wired and written, i had no choice.