The sound of a dreadful agony arose from the dark street
across from where the noble folk of the town live
No one paid any attention at that shrill sound of misery
People carried on living their life, engaged in their work
The rattle of that dreadful agony was heard only once
It never reverberated, it never arose again
The street from where it first breezed in remain quiet
out of the bounds of the noble folk of the town.
I took this photo yesterday in Astoria, NY, during the street fair.
A View through the Times?
that house...lives there
From another angle
in colors, in black and white, in patches of sky, in shadows and trees...I can photograph it daily and not get tired of it.
Taken this evening, on a way home from work.
Day One
When sitting in traffic, grab your camera and have some fun
Building A Future
Glamorous Life
Unlikely Artistry
Among Ghosts
Like Father, Like Son
