Pier Flora

Crowded

Yamaha Seagull

Ferry Dreams II

Ferry Dreams

Good night, Magic!

No One Plays Chess

Transference

In Memoriam

Boiled Egg for Dinner

Window Shopping

Clam Back Tomorrow

"I always adhered to the idea that God is time, or at least that His spirit is. Perhaps this idea was even of my own manufacture, but now I don't remember. In any case, I always thought that if the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the water, the water was bound to reflect it. Hence my sentiment for water, for its folds, wrinkles, and ripples, and – as I am a Northerner – for its grayness. I simply think that water is the image of time, and every New Year's Eve, in somewhat pagan fashion, I try to find myself near water, preferably near a sea or an ocean, to watch the emergence of a new helping, a new cupful of time from it. I am not looking for a naked maiden riding on a shell; I am looking for either a cloud or the crest of a wave hitting the shore at midnight. That, to me, is time coming out of water, and I stare at the lace-like pattern it puts on the shore, not with a gypsy-like knowing, but with tenderness and with gratitude."

From Joseph Brodsky's "Watermark," a short book on Venice.

 

Rear View Window

Left Behind

Kite in the Night

After Hours

Where the Light Hides

Contemplating Life

Wind Picks Up Check

Riding the Waves of Blue

Last Rays

Hostages of Fall

In Bay Bridge Traffic

Crabby

Reaching Over

Retreat

Trespassing

Secret Life of Chairs

Trapped in Abstraction

"A thing, until it is everything, is noise.
Once it is everything, it is silence."
~ Antonio Porchia

2 of Diamonds

3 of Diamonds

Ups and Downs

Boat and Shadows

At the pier

4 of Diamonds

One Summer Morning

Eddie B.

Killing Me Softly