Sleeping Partners

Bronx Park East Subway Station

Scissors

Baby Alex and Mom

Alex the Kitchen Baby

City Island Front Yard

Guitar Player

Street Artist

Gladys. Alias: Mom (Union Port Road Apartment)

Sidewalk Artist

Ninth Avenue Artist

I'm kinda ready here....

I've reached my sixties.  Not the era I could have stayed in forever but the cumulative years of successes, failures, joys and sorrows that followed. Life has gotten a little tough. I moved to the Bronx for a stellar job as a science research librarian for the Wildlife Conservation Society at the Bronx Zoo but lost it during the financial crunch.  My hometown, the house I lived in all my life was swept away two years ago by disease and old age when my parents died so now i seem totally rooted in the city I moved back to and was born in. I believe in new beginnings but now I face them without my old friends,  the certainty I used to have, or for that matter,  fringed vests and patchoulli oil. My photography is like a new friend who takes me to places I missed and back to places I've been but never saw before. Life is worth the struggle. Salah!

Out of work and looking, looking, looking...

Man on Arthur Avenue

I wonder who he was. What he did. Does it cross his mind now or are his memories carried away or imbedded beneath the wall of marble. What is he looking at, if anything at all. What happens when you open your eyes and you see nothing?

Photo by Chien-Chi-Chang

I love the extremes of cultures displayed here. Naked vs. metal and cultures not in collision but coinsideing.

Migrant Mother. Dorothea Lange

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This photo brought be back to another time and place. It made me want to become a photographer

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I have a photo at home of me looking out of a window onto a Bronx Street from this same apartment building.  Outside my mothers friends are standing decked out in  early 1950's garb.  Will this child every wonderever wonder at how fast things change. Do they change that fast in hi world?

John was always so still but never silent. His eyes darted and penetrated when he talked. He held your attention. John was. an ex CIA operative during World War II

They always slept. They slept most of the time. You almot felt that getting to know them meant entering their dreams.

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