





What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water….
The Waste Land, T S Eliot



While at Point Loma we observed a pair of ravens hectoring a hawk.







A foggy, rainy day on the New Jersey Turnpike.







I’ve been checking out what all the miscellaneous photo apps I have on my computer are, preparing to trade in my MacBook and found Tonality from MacPhun, apparently a B&W conversion tool. Looking for an unimportant file to play with I found this one from walking around Brooklyn during a workshop I did about 5 years ago with Alex and Rebecca Norris Webb. It looks pretty interesting, so I decided to post it.

Another soapbox issue of mine – the Upper West Side Urban Renewal Project – a plan first mooted in the late 1950s to “clear slums” and redevelop the area. Developers were given mighty concessions to bulldoze people’s homes and rebuild, while making few concessions of their own. One of those was the provision of public garden spaces. In my neighborhood this was most often met with an open expanse of cement holding a withered sapling in a concrete box, or something a tad nicer, surrounded by a fence to keep out people from the neighborhood. With the expiration of these requirements after a period of about 20 years, building owners rushed to build retail space on the sites of these barren “gardens” (increased revenue), topping them with private parks open only to the residents of their buildings. So now we must look up to see our crown of thorns.

A walk past the Great Lawn in Central Park a week or two ago, the Autumn colors at their most vivid (no saturation boost, but Fuji Velvia base curve employed).

Looking through a car’s sun roof on a miserable, dark, cold, rainy day.



A candidate for adding to Urban Tree Portrait?