The Hudson is teaming with various ships, boats and barges all scurrying about their business of moving people, transporting cargo or patrolling this busy river. A flotilla that consists of everything from the monstrous cruise ships to the micro kayaks graces the waves of the “Great North River”, once discovered by the Dutch but previously occupied by Natives.
Among the hustle of the river are the tugs. They are the servants of the seas, the labors of the harbors and the toughest, hardest working on the river.
Every year the Working Harbor Committee celebrates these tough guys with an event honoring their craft. The Tug Boat Races. Actually it is more than a race. The event includes a nautical version of arm wrestle, a show of colors, and a demonstration of skills. The 2018 Tugboat races are arriving September 9 on Pier 84 beginning at 10:30. Hope you make it.
Nothing inspires me more than musical poetry, and Dylan is one of my favorite. His stories of life, feelings and emotion are full of imagery. This one came from All Along the Watchtower.
I recently came across an image titled Approaching A City by Edward Hopper. The painting has simple lines, intriguing colors, and a story to tell.
Studying the paintings of masters I begin to ask myself, how the techniques would be applied to my medium, photography-based digital art.
Here is Hopper’s piece that inspired my effort.
In Chelsea the first Thursday in each month is known as Gallery Crawl. Most galleries in the area open their doors, provide offerings of cheese and wine, and promote their latest exhibits to the world. It is a fun evening for the serious buyer or the casual observer who just wants the free wine.
Thursday, August 2 is my turn to participate. I have eight pieces appearing in a show, Expressions of Life, at the Montserrat Contemporary Art Gallery in Chelsea. For me, this is a big event.
Opening Night is Thursday Aug 2, 6:00-8:00PM. The show will run through August. If you are in the area we would love to meet you. The gallery is located 547 W. 27th street in Chelsea, NYC.
Walking the sidewalks, I am frequently stunned as I look up to see the next new skyscrapers shining high above the century old flats, the surrounding structures reflecting on their glassy skins.
Focused on the architectural mix, my mind soon wanders to the stories the aging buildings could tell, the fate of their future, and the lives that are connected to them. Then, looking up to the new structures I wonder what they will be like when they become the old and something new is replacing them.
Our lives are all connected then and now. Shared memories, a common view slightly altered, the sidewalks we walk.
Looking at these buildings I wonder who is/was/will be on the other side of the window.
As I walked along the beach at dawn, barefoot with the tide pulling at my toes, the sun rose through a misty haze. The fishers were the first to arrive, followed by morning runners and the seagulls. Wishing you were here.
A Fathers Day Tribute
It lives within his soul, his manner, his perspective on life. Passed to him through generations, it is as much a part of him as the native blood in his veins. Ancestors hunted here, fished the shores, breathed the air, smelled the fragrance of these trees. Their spirits live in the stones buried deep in the ground, the great pines, bramble bush, creeks and in the crystals that surface there. It is the blessed one who is kindred to the land.