|With Sophia in Pennsylvania.|
“One’s destination is never a place,
but a new way of seeing things.”
~ Henry Miller
|The Phantom Truck|
|Photo: Kathy Koch.|
|A spoonful of memories, in my kitchen.|
|The Waterloo helix wind banner sculpture: |
Lou's collaboration with Jerry Schmidt.
|Jerry Schmidt sits on a bench he made of discarded|
wine rack & bedframes, accompanied by his nephew
& dog at his studio in Cleveland's Waterloo Art District.
|Steel sculpture of saxophone player|
by Jerry Schmidt.
"Perhaps it's a feeling of making beauty from ashes
that I love."
|Here's Elisa's capture of is the "Elegant Behemoth," as she called|
it on her blog -- Lincoln Electric's giant wind turbine in Euclid.
(This is also a favorite subject of mine to shoot.)
|A snowy scene in watercolor by Connie Adams.|
|New York Central train along the Hudson, scanned from |
an old postcard I found in my family archives.
New York CentralConductor of My HeartAs I listen tonight, all alone,to some new musicstreaming from the internet,a train whistle interrupts,strong and robust --a melody from an iron belly.And now as I write, I hear another train answering the first,and I am back to the front bedroom in my grandfather's houselying in bed watching the breeze move the luminous curtains,listening to the tick tick tick of the Big Ben alarm clock,and then the heavy engine of the locomotive as it begins to rumbleinto the quiet, just at the end of Summer Avenue.I hear the heavy whooo whooo of its welcome --I am here...I am here....whoo whooo....Listen as I thunder by.I listen, and my heart smiles its reply.
Dedicated to the memory of J.O. McGoey,
my grandpa, and a New York Central train conductor.
|My Son, My Mother. 2006.|
|Morning. January 23, 2012. Euclid, Ohio.|
|Heard of the burning bush? Here's a glowing tree. Lake View Cemetery.|
|Into the Mystic. Willoughby Hills, OH.|