
Our strength is in the inner tension
The glory is in the contradiction.
It’s time to change your tired old story.
Our strength is in the inner tension
The glory is in the contradiction.
Every day is a subtle shift —
Each morning, I am a different person.
What man will I be today?
I spent 6 hours yesterday lying on a bench in Piedmont Park, overlooking Lake Clara Meer. The water was full of honking geese, but I was disappointed by the lack of turtles.
I thought about my visit to Prospect Park last July, when I spotted this log full of painted turtles (Chrysemys picta) catching flies. New York, how I miss you.
One missed turn becomes a hundred-mile detour;
I will not pass this way again.
It was a freezing day in Philly when I snapped this pic of a common pigeon (Columba livia) shivering on a fire hydrant — I believe it was on 15th Street in Center City, across from City Hall.
Snow was on the way, and the winter wind whipping between the buildings packed a nasty bite. I hope the bird is doing well with the warmer weather.
I spent a day in New York back in January — it feels like a lifetime ago now.
I wasted an hour on John Street that morning trying to figure out how the hell to get a decent picture of Wilson Eyre‘s Dennison Building — that’s a problem I will return to another time.
Exasperated and edgy (I just had a large coffee from Donut Pub), I gave up and walked over to the corner of Dey and Church Streets, snapping this pic of Santiago Calatrava‘s World Trade Center Station.
It wasn’t a total loss.