Technically it’s not my office, but I do work here. Any guess as to what my “day job” is?
Category: black and white
a very special football fan
go mchs!
For this post (and perhaps the next): a little slice of home town life. As Summer makes preparations for Fall to arrive, and school hallways are filled with students, the fields come alive with football teams and, our favorite, marching band! This was taken at tonight’s home opener. It is senior year for our youngest son and we are looking forward to a great year of Friday night games and competitions.
perspective
trek jones beach
Back to Jones Beach for this post. While home this summer I did something that I don’t remember doing while growing up on Long Island: I rode my bicycle along the Wantagh State Parkway to Jones Beach. You can read about the bike path here. It is full of bikers, runners, people on roller blades and walkers. I rode from East Meadow to Seaford where the path begins in Cedar Creek Park. I loved these early morning rides and enjoying a quiet, almost deserted beach. I felt like I had the boardwalk all to myself. I also was able to take more photos of the Jones Beach water tower (images coming soon). Can’t wait to do it again!
over the boardwalk
new ride
the stillness of morning
wtc transportation hub
The World Trade Center Transportation Hub seems to a bit out of place amidst the shiny, modern buildings in Lower Manhattan. It sort of looks like a gigantic stegosaurus skeleton that was unearthed during construction. Here is an image taken inside the hub.
see these shells
See the shells? I never thought that I would hate seeing sea shells. I love the shore…I love the ocean, but these shells…these shells I would rather not see. Do you see these shells? These jagged, dirty, sad, colorless shells serve as the sidewalk…the road beneath the bare feet of those beautiful children who run across these shells, which occasionally are submerged in sewage…see the shells?…these shells supporting a young boy whose silent stare and precious smile invade my heart…shattering my bent to complain about the smallest inconveniences in my comfortable smart phone filled life…see these shells? I will never again see shells without remembering to pray for the precious men, women and children of Cite Soleil in Haiti. I am eager to return to this city, these children…I don’t want to see these shells, but I will return for all those unseen children….those unseen families….














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