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Recordando
A Loiza
I
have never traveled to Africa. But, I have been to Loiza Aldea. A degree of sadness was removed from my heart,
as I stood along its coastline. I had buried my father
the day before and for a time I found solace with the
souls waiting at the mouth of El Rio Grande.
I
took this photo while driving along Harry L Drive in
Johnson City. Memories have a way of manifesting themselves.
Relunctantly, I was there far away.
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My
Brother Speaks
Drummer
Nate Brown offers us some inspiration with a djembe drum.
We all got together to see Bonnie Winfield off on her
new journey. |
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Chasm
The
original photo was accidental. It inspired this expression
of strangulation. It be that way some times. |
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Angelito
Negro
I
found this plate in a JC shop, one week after seeing my
grandson for the first time. I envisioned his face and
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Aqua
Del Raiz
"Something
awoke inside of me as I gazed upon La Coca Falls in El
Yunque and saw the young boy sitting silently on the rocks.
As I stood enraptured by the magical scene, a window into
my soul opened and a cleansing mist of pure sweet water
made fresh an innocence forgotten. Both were, in my heart,
identical to whom I was before my name was stolen."
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Just
Outside My Door (Fall 2002)
Sunlight
lit up my room, and I was convinced to rise earlier
than usual. Spent most of those extra hours working
on my computer -- there is ALWAYS another task to complete.
When it came around time for the transport to my real
job to show up, I was peering out the window feeling
like I had missed out on something.
The
horn blew and I rushed down the steps and out the door.
I glanced to my left and saw something that caused me
to stop. I savored the scene as long as I could without
traumatizing the Checker cab driver. So I captured the
sight with a digital camera and took it with me.
The
following morning, the colors were gone. Autumn had
peaked, and I had a few more grey hairs in my beard.
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Just
Outside My Door (Winter 2002)
Winter woke from a four
year sleep, at a time when madness seems to have found
new life in the world. 2002 would not leave quietly. Just
outside my door, fresh snow weighs a city down. The brief
peace brings clarity followed by a beautiful blinding
light. The events born with 2003 -- the Age of Bush --
turn truth into a victim of violent silence. And I am
still amazed by nature, by its purity and simplicity.
As for the rest, there's the wooden picket fence.
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The
Back of a Woman
I
took this picture during Binghamton's first Puerto Rican
Festival Day. She wore a black open back party dress and
heels. On her back was this tatoo. |
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The
Buds of Spring
I
am always perplexed by flora that reveals such colorful
flowers from the ends of barbed branches. |
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Woman
Waiting
I
took this picture of a woman waiting at the Village Gate
ticket booth for someone. There was something almost surrealistic
about what she was wearing and where she was standing
in relation to the different sources of light. From her
expression, I could extrapolate that she was pissed off.
But she did not mind me taking this picture. |
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The
Manguals
I
took this picture of Jose Mangual Jr. & Sr. backstage
at the Village Gate in 1980. Father and son: two generations
representing the finest in Latin Music percussions. |
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Old
Woman in the Tree
There
is an old woman in this tree. You can see her when the
harsh elements have stripped away the layers. But when
the seasons favor her, the buds and leaves that celebrate
her life do so with a familiar wisdom. And then she disappears
for a time, her joyous laughter heard only during the
hottest nights. |
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