August 7, 2014
"All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow." -Leo Tolstoy

"All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow." -Leo Tolstoy

July 29, 2014
Heat wave

Heat wave

July 27, 2014
Shades of cool: Astoria, Queens

Shades of cool: Astoria, Queens

July 24, 2014
It is glimpses like this that make summer in NYC perfection.

It is glimpses like this that make summer in NYC perfection.

July 18, 2014
Orange is the new black. I am already looking forward to Fashion Week in September.

Orange is the new black. I am already looking forward to Fashion Week in September.

July 17, 2014
"One can’t paint New York as it is, but rather as it is felt." -Georgia O’Keefe 1926

"One can’t paint New York as it is, but rather as it is felt." -Georgia O’Keefe 1926

July 9, 2014

Just weeks before the Domino Sugar Factory is demolished, I went to see Kara Walkers mammoth art installation. The air was seeped in sugar and the mood was evocative of Langston Hughes poem, “A Dream Deferred.” The space was quite literally dripping in history. Click to see more pictures.

July 9, 2014

To the sea of people I pass everyday
I do not know your names
Or where you come from
Or if you prefer Chardonnay
Regardless—
You are irreplaceable
Like salt, the stars and rain

July 5, 2014
"The only credential the city asked was the boldness to dream. For those who did, it unlocked its gates and its treasures, not caring who they were or where they came from." -Moss Hart

"The only credential the city asked was the boldness to dream. For those who did, it unlocked its gates and its treasures, not caring who they were or where they came from." -Moss Hart

July 4, 2014
Fragments: 4th of July

Kids on the back porch shucking corn.

The crisp checkered tablecloth rambunctiously adorned.

Gallons of iced-tea, baked beans, grilled meat

dripping in sauce, popsicles, assortment of half-melted treats.

Babies being bounced from hip to hip.

July performs another perfectly orchestrated picnic.

Kaleidoscope colors of red, white and brilliant royal

Blues playing on the radio. Fireflies flicker.

"It’s almost time for dinner."

Glasses raised high under the sweltering sun—- a toast

to timeless traditions cherished from coast to coast.

Barrage of shutter-clicks release.

Miles and miles of cuffed torn jeans.

American flags unfurled and fireworks blaze

across the sky shimmering fluorescent rays.

Boom, bang, sparkle, crash

Ooooh, awe, linger unabashed.

Kiddos crazed with adrenaline and dreams

Twirling wildly with sparklers

hearts bursting at the seams.

Swept up I tumble into the whirl

skirts fluttery flying—

I love dancing with little girls.

The scent of honeysuckle and gunpowder is heavy in the air.

Tchaikovsky’s 1812 throbs—-throbs—-throbs everywhere…

-Amber (2013)

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